Hibernation
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i’ve slept for some years in a greenhouse,
i went there when the Wednesday went down,
for i could not face all the national disgrace,
that was heaped on this famous old town
and i dreamt that The Wednesday wallowed,
with Hartlepool, Brentford and Co,
and that managers helpless and hopeless,
through Hillsboro’s grand corridors go,
to-ing and fro-ing and hoping,
delivering anguish and pain
then promising much, but did not have the touch,
to make The Owls great once again,
then a murmer of hope did approach me,
through a cracked pane of glass i did hear,
that The Wednesday were marching on Cardiff,
but i thought i was not hearing so clear,
then the murmers they turned to shouting,
and no longer the cries i ignored,
i jumped from my bed, and fleet footed i sped,
and arrived just as Talbot, he scored,
the sleep from my eyes fell like raindrops,
i shook dust from my old Wednesday scarf,
and i danced and i sang, til the stadium rang,
Am i Happy again?… Aye….not ‘ half!
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