For Jack and Jill, read Alex and Arsene
¶ 1
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Up to the top of the Premiership table
they climbed on the back of great results.
Roared on by partisan crowds
neutral or not, everyone exults.
¶ 2
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And the noise grew longer and louder
as chords struck raw nerves;
mind games were played and won –
the kind every tabloid lurves.
¶ 3
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Up to the very heights they went;
and though too many a word they say,
their goals outnumbered a poet’s love-songs
in the first green weeks of May.
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The stealthy shadows of fate crept closer,
clutching at the hem of their shirts;
and there at the very top they stumbled,
but only the Gunners know how much it hurts.
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Smarting, they decree themselves the best,
citing many displays, so beautifully crafted;
but they bemoan a perceived injustice –
and a sense of being shafted.
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