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Merry Go Round

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bradley’s been sacked.
There won’t be any prizes.
Pep’s bag is packed,
while he shops for disguises.
Phelan’s contract
ends with Hull still in crisis,
and the merry go merry, go round.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Conte might last.
He just lets the Blues play.
Klopp’s Reds ‎play fast.
‎That’s all there is to say.
The Special One’s past
always gets in the way,
and the merry go merry, go round.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Big Sam’s the Saviour
again, now for Palace.
Howe sneaks a sip
but it’s still Wenger’s chalice.
Is it Pardew for Moyes?
Come on, Boys,
That’s just callous.
The merry go merry, go round.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Ranieri, Pochettino
soared, now they do less.
Dyche, Puel, Neil, Bilic,
Hughes, Clement, Pulis,
Karanka, Mazzarri, Koeman.
Who’s next? We’re clueless,
The merry go merry, go round.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/merry-go-round/