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ROTHERHAM AWAY.

David Foulkes

Monday, March 26th, 2001

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 GET THEE BEHIND ME CHESTERFIELD
WHOSE CHURCH THE INFANT ARNOLD LABIA
WITH HIS TOY BOX ROOFED.
HIS INNOCENT CURSE IS THE SLATED SKY,
AWAITING THE THUD OF THE CLOVEN HOOF.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 GIVE ME THE BLOOD OF THE MOULDERS REST
CONGEALED WITH THE FAT OF A DERBYSHIRE SOW.
WE’LL RIP IT TO PIECES IN A RITUAL BAR SNACK,
FOR THE STATION DECEASED
AND IT’S GHOULS ANORAKED.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 GRANT US THE MIGHT OF THE BARMAID’S FIST
FOR THIS BATTLE RESOLVED IN GATHERING MIST,
AND THE PATIENT RESILIANCE OF THE FRIEND WE SENT
TO QUEUE FOR CHIP BUTTY
AND END UP IN THE GENTS.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 THE OUTCOME AS ALWAYS IS BETTER THAN LEVEL,
THREE POINTS IS OUR TITHE FOR DEFEAT OF THE DEVIL.
BUT IF PROMOTION OCCURS AS A RESULT OF THESE WINS
WE MUST PRAY FOR OURSELVES AS THE PENDULUM SWINGS.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 PLEASE GOD BY THE MERCY OF THE FIXTURE COMPUTER,
AND THE LOVE OF A SECOND ROUND FA CUP WIN,
KEEP US SAFE FROM A DAY OUT AT BARNSLEY AWAY,
THE ROTHERHAM AWAY TRIP’S
TERRIBLE TWIN.

Notes

MY FAVOURITE AWAY TRIP.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/rotherham-away/