One For Sorrow. Part Seven.
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A magpie flew back from the Potteries,
Saw a Sheffield owl way up in the trees.
As he alighted the owl gave a smile,
“I havn’t seen you around for a while.”
“I’m back from Stoke, the lads they are flying,
The team’s together, never give up trying.
Andy has gone, no more Carroll singing,
But Demba Ba, the goals he is bringing.
Nolan has gone to start blowing bubbles,
Looking back,it’s the least of our troubles.
Barton’s left, was feeling rather bitter,
It seems now, he’s a bit of a twitter.
Pardew has now made us hard to beat,
In the Premier, we now stand on our feet.
We are now up to third, with the big boys,
No prima donnas, throwing their toys.
The owl said, “Like the Tyne, luck ebbs and flows,
We’ll support our teams however it goes.
Nothing they say, will stop time and the tides,
But up or down, we will stay with our sides.”
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