Hammers in America
¶ 1
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West Ham now in the
Land of the Free
Where Trump and Biden
Swap elderly status
Hammers in Disneyland
A big kids playground
In fabulous Florida
Trump, still babbling absurdities
Biden, lost in a world of confusion
Oh poor Joe
Meanwhile the claret and blue
Latest edition
Building empires
Tortured at times with
Transfer hearsay
Linked with players
From every continent
Throughout the world
At least a thousand
On the last count
But maybe an exaggeration
Lopetegui, mixing and matching
With new fangled philosophies
Imprinting his mindset
West Ham, learning the ropes
Under radical regimes
Beaten by Palace in
Palatial form
A 3-1 setback for
Those East End entertainers
But still finding their feet
At the court of our Spanish
Toreador, bullish yesterday
But no need to panic
Just yet
More new arrivals
Summerville, the new Rembrandt
On the London Stadium easel
Art and beauty
So hard to find
At the beginning of August
But they’ll get there
Still though, a work in progress
Today Wan Bissaka perhaps
From United’s Theatre of Dreams
Waiting in the wings
The roar of the greasepaint
Aaron awaits the claret and blue
Reception committee
His stage to shine
Much needed defensive strength
And security, locking doors
On creaking hinges
WD 45, just a drop
Of oil needed
For a decent season
Then the great striker conundrum
Fulkrug, German goal machine
But 31, worrying but perhaps
The dream solution
Up front for a Hammers
Hankering desperately after
Another Pop Robson, Tony Cottee
Frank Mcavennie, just to
Keep recent seasons momentum
Alive but now firing
On all cylinders
We must hope
Forget Duran and the reflex
Villa, demanding a kings ransom
So West Ham
Enjoy those roller coaster rides
In the country that gave us
Hollywood glamour and schmaltz
A plethora of pancakes
To sweeten the pill of defeat
Meet and greet Mickey and Donald
But remember where you are
In a fortnight
It’s the late summer virility
Of vivacious Villa
Unai Emery’s Champions League
Bravehearts this season
Opening day jitters
Oh no, not again
What we’d give for that
Rarest of species
A West Ham victory
Just before the first
Conker fall of autumn
If the engine and carburettor
Are working, then who knows?
It could be the season to savour
But how often have we said that?
A brand new Stratford project
We can but hope.
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