No Prize for Seventh Place
¶ 1
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Four goals short was all we were
Four goals more to play for the prize
With only one striker for half the season
I suppose lack of goals is no surprise.
¶ 2
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As I reflect on last November
When it all went horribly wrong
Wasted chances, points given away
Left us nervous all season long.
¶ 3
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The playoffs came so tantalisingly close
For finishing seventh there is no prize
Now Bakary Sako leaves on a free
It’s enough to bring tears to your eyes.
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But at least we now have Benik Afobe
Who’s scored more goals than Harry Kane
I can’t help but feel Wenger’s made a blunder
But never mind, his loss is our gain.
¶ 5
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At least Molineux is alive again
And if Kenny uses his magical powers
And makes some good summer signings
Then next season the Championship’s ours!
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