Looking Upwards To The Top

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The programme says we need the points
Tells of injured limbs and broken joints
But all of this is folly
If the boys start scoring goals

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The bottom is approaching fast
If we’re not careful, we’ll be last
The managers not jolly
As he looks toward the dole

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 This mire is dire
Our strikers not on fire
He looks the part and must soon start
To get a glut of goals

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 If not, then our bolt is shot
Then we’re looking at the drop
Wages cuts and contract chops
Plus all that other rigmarole

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Down here near the bottom
The top looks far away
Each week I feel more rotten
As I worry who will stay

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The fans are all in turmoil
The board have wasted dough
As fast as it comes in through the turnstiles
It sprouts wings and off it goes

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Who’ll be playing here next year?
What a worry and a fear
Al this is becoming
As we head toward the drop

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The sun, it never seems to shine
Or ease your sad and troubled mind
When your sitting at the bottom
Looking upwards to the top



Been there, done this and its the worst feeling as this time of the year comes and your one of the group who just can’t get out of that glue pot at the bottom.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/looking-upwards-to-the-top/