Promotion Awaits Tykes

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Poets and Parky,
Danse Society and Grimethorpe
miners and minors
and those of indeterminate age,

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 us Tykes from West Riding
bedecked in red-white
from cap down to socks
back down Wembley Way
from Barnsley small town
couple hundred miles north
of London geographically
but time zones culturally
with heritage in glassmaking,
from collieries long shut,
from a pride in our club
that pious Preedy founded,

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 now en route to success
that’s English level two
(aka Championship)
then forward to utopia

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 but Lions of South London
escaped from their Den
never loved by anyone
well that’s what they claim
are perched in our sunlight
bedecked in blue-white
preparing for play-off final
should be ready for a fright
from Tykes of West Riding
in rejection of cerebral
in favour of passion
to relive sweetest dreams

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 at new National Stadium
mongst ashes of Oxford,
so c’mon you Tykes
promotion awaits.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/promotion-awaits-tykes/