O Me of Little Faith.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 After giving Pulisic,
Untold, untold negative shtick
He schleps up to the grave-yard of Turf Moor,
Where not only does he score?
But…goes on to bag himself…a perfect hat-trick*.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Leaving me and any other stupid eejit
Above in the Gods of Heaven where I sit,
Had the gall to question our revered Christian,
(The answers Yes, I’m indeed a fickle man)
Looking like an absolute di…p-stick.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I guess what I’m trying to say?
To ye fellow Blues of little faith
Don’t be making false assumptions
Let’s give a geezer some encouragement
Out there going at it for us, midst the fray.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Truth is, he’s hardly had a kick this season
So there really ain’t a decent reason
For simply tossing him to The Lions (No!)
The Wolves, or even worse…them Irons( Whoa!)
When despite his fee, he appears to be at least half decent…

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Sez I…eating humble apple pie, like Pulisic, from the good old U.S.A.



*The perfect hat-trick, for those readers not in the know? Comprises one right footer, one left, and one nodded in off the napper. Penning this latest poem has been a truly humbling experience for yours truly, after yer man from The USA, knocked in three, up at Turf Moor yesterday! So I take my star spangled topper off to yer…Christian my son. Which dare I say it, sounds almost religious…excusing the pun?

Go well.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/o-me-of-little-faith/