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Pilgrims progress

joe morris

Sunday, February 9th, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We always knew John Bunyan
Had something
Pilgrims progress
Astonishingly in the FA Cup
And to think
Sir Francis Drake
Only popped over for
A game of bowls
Plymouth Argyle
In the fifth round of the FA Cup
The Cup’s romantic rendezvous
Arrives at Home Park
Today mighty Liverpool bowled over
It must have seemed a brief infatuation
Before the third round
But the struggling labourers
In the Championship
Hit the jackpot
And David topples Goliath
Plymouth beat Liverpool
It almost sounds an
Ungrammatical sentence
Surely Hans Christian Andersen
Deliberately inventing fairy tales
Giants have fallen in the Cup
But this one has surely been
Made up, complete fantasy
Liverpool controlling the pace
At the top of the Premier League
But Plymouth simply Hoe Hoe?
Nobody ever took them seriously
Never in contention for anything
Always down
In the land of nowhere
Ryan Hardie tucks away the penalty
That sends the Pilgrims heading
Towards the sacred shrine of the fifth round
Of the FA Cup,
Now that Chelsea, Spurs, Arsenal have all
Taken their exit out of the Cup’s
Hallowed back doors
City and United are through
But beware of sweet Cherries
And buoyant Bournemouth
The icing on the cake perhaps
Unlikely but possible
Villa, gleaming in the wintry mists
Roof, tiles and windows
Awaiting yet more
Dignified guests
In the overflowing Cup
This could be their year
Spurs losing theirs
Blown out of both Cups
Within days
Aston Villa victorious
At Wembley for the first time
Since 1957?
You never know
But today the Pilgrims
Certainly made progress
The FA Cup keeps waving
That magic wand
We knew it would

Notes

No we weren’t imagining it. Plymouth Argyle knocked Liverpool out of the FA Cup. It wasn’t a dream and it did happen. Well done you Pilgrims.

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