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Poised To Thrill. At One Hundred Mill.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Is there anything like the absolutely blinding thrill
Watching a marauding one hundred mill?
In the guise of our returning prodigal chosen one?
Dump some hapless Gooner on his fife and drum
Leading the line to win at The Emptiness two-nil
To screams o’, ”Go on Lukaku, get in there…meshun!”.

Notes

The perfect end to a perfect day. Watching Chelsea win away. Though I’ve never paid a visit to The Emirates (indeed why would I?) I’m told the new Arsenal stadium lacks the atmosphere of its predecessor Highbury (The Library) hence the moniker. Fife and…speaks for itself doesn’t it?

Peace.

Stay sage. Bode well.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/poised-to-thrill-at-one-hundred-mill/