Not a priority
¶ 1
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The board explained their calculations:
“Cup runs lead to relegations.
“Down Wembley Way, we fear to tread,
“Far safer to be 12th instead.”
¶ 2
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So accept defeat, don’t make a fuss,
Hit reverse on the open top bus.
Forget those 45 years of hurt,
And fork out for your Wronga shirt.
¶ 3
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Yet Milburn, Mitchell, Robledo and Crowe
Are etched in folklore, rightly so.
‘cept nowadays, ‘stabilitys’ a feat,
Though try putting ribbons on a balance sheet.
¶ 4
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There’s a lack of class and a lack of soul.
Staying up is the only goal.
Still, profits rise as our hopes fall.
They take our cash and mock us all.
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