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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?”

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Notes

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.

Peace.

Kev.

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