Shels v Sligo [Part One]

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Woe, oh woe, oh woe, oh woe,
My poison’d cup doth overflow,
It’s spilling on my socks and shoes,
Lord, how could Thou make us lose?
As he reapeth, so he soweth,
My cup of mis’ry overfloweth.



A more detailed analysis of the match will appear after I pull myself together.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shels-v-sligo-part-one/