New Years Day.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Our defense of late was great
Yet we was slain alive”
She pondered on the ride,
Post us conceding five
On the journey to The Smoke from White Hart Lane.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Her man was taking it badly
He lived a lone Blue
In North West London burbs
Where bragging rights sadly
Would do in his head as the texts had confirmed.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When she bade him adieu
At Liverpool Street Station,
Their lingering kiss
Had created a hue
Infused with a passionate electricity.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 After a poignant wave
To the disappearing train whilst shedding a tear
She suddenly though to herself:
“What bleeding bright spark came up with the mind blowing idea
Of selling…… Super Frankie Lampard to City?”


We never lose at White Hart Lane. Never! It’s an omen! We’re doomed.

A Happy and Healthy New Year To You All.

Go well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/new-years-day/