Red Mist Red Card
¶ 1
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I’m risking life and limb in words
against the mighty Reds
as we reflect and wallow on
how we left them in shreds
¶ 2
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with Anfield feelings running high
the drubbing is forgot
the rule of no raised hands at all
is defintely not
¶ 3
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it matter’s little how you fall
but what doth catch the eye
and in this case twas Reina’s glove
that felt the urge to fly
¶ 4
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when hand be raised regardless of
theatrics they create
when goalies’ tackles fly in fast
and dangerously late
¶ 5
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what choice the ref
when hand to throat
is shown a million times
if Robins fall so easily
you heed the warning signs
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alas poor Reina must have known
and must now understand
it doesn’t matter who it is
you cannot raise a hand
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