Sunny sonnet
¶ 1
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Compare me not, to season nor time
Struggle on, with my thoughtless rhyme
For I shall lead you, up the garden path
All for the want, of a cheap ol’ laugh
But along the way, I hope to excite
To show what’s wrong, and conversely write
Lo – defending like Arsenal used to, is way too boring
All arms aloft, with the rest of us snoring
How we much prefer, the current va-va-voom
How we love the way, Wenger will groom
So much style and yet so much passion
Earns grudging respect, after a fashion
And so to celebrate, their current form
The great unwashed, revert to norm
Please enjoin, large ‘n all
“Won nil, to the Arsenal, … “
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