Sweet Success

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.”
And more than most we Blues have learned
Exactly what that means.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 For when it comes to derbies,
We rarely come up trumps,
The Reds are usually cock-a-hoop,
While we’re down in the dumps.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Once more we’re singing Bluenose Blues,
Red flags are flying high.
The Reds are down the pub with Klopp,
All we can do is cry.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We had a win at Goodison
Around two thousand ten.
Last time we won across the Park?
I can’t remember when.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Yet crumbs of comfort can be found
In this hour of sore need.
The day’s not too far off, we feel,
When we’ll at last succeed.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 With Ancelotti at the helm,
A wind of change is blowing.
The seas are rough, the going’s tough –
We’re tough, and we’ll get going.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 And soon, before too long, we trust,
We’ll hit a winning streak.
And then to us who ne’er succeed,
Boy, won’t success taste sweet?

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 6/1/20
Denys E. W. Jones



5/1/2020, FA Cup 3rd Round, Liverpool 1 Everton 0.
The first two lines of this poem are from Emily Dickinson’s Poem 67.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sweet-success/