Spare a thought
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So spare a sorrowful thought
For the team and teams
Drifting helplessly near trickling
Streams, washed up
Hurt and wounded too
Like the careworn shoe
At the bottom of the Football League
Wandering the streets of anonymity
Oh what pity
Like the loneliest of cats
Seeking comforting mats
Loitering in the draughty doorways
In the cold, isolated, distant bays
Of heartbroken souls
England’s northernmost folds
Blue as the flickering lights
Down in the darkness
Of desperate nights
The guttering wax from a
Birthday candle from our youth
Like the childhood tooth
Now blown and flown away
Oh, Morecambe bottom of the
Football League pile
It used to be about style
Probably relegated into some
Pitiful corner of our minds
Time rewinds
Buried among the debris
Of their ravaged and savaged hopes
Morecambe returning to non League obscurity
Where briefly lived stability
Neutral football supporters
Weeping buckets
Unloved by the sharp
Poisoned pen letters
Of their so called betters
Of the cynics, the wicked
Snide, sniggering comments
Morecambe who used to
Be among the silent underworld
Of non League mediocrity
Now back among the nobody
The nowhere in particular
A thousand years away
Perhaps from the kings
and crowned heads
Of the Premier League
A penny for thoughts
Of those who adored
The man who always brought us sunshine
Now immortalised in Morecambe
In all his marble splendour
Dearly beloved
The joyous skip and leap
Into the air
Morecambe, rather like
A neglected, ramshackle
Old building near
The Golden Mile in nearby
Blackpool
Nobody cares for Morecambe
When the going got really tough
Once strutted their funky stuff
Like a grubby raincoat
From yesteryear
Full of wear and tear
Now gathering dust
Only crust and now bust
In dusty attics
Next to muddled puddles
At three on Saturday
The pain that never
Went away,
Where now resides the strain
There never seemed any gain
Near Morecambe’s aching, flaking pier
The baleful stare
Life drained and now stained
Every page of their season
Just deserted them without reason
Bottom of the Football League
With only Carlisle, Newport County
And Accrington Stanley
For company,
Oh no, not again
This is the time when
Rock bottom of the Football League
It can be cruel and unforgiving
Football can leave you shivering
But maybe one day once again
We’ll always be in the top ten
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