Tell It Like It Is! Will Yer?
¶ 1
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Like Fabio I’m mellowing
As old age makes one do
When Petr missed that easy cross
I never blew a fuse.
¶ 2
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When William put them Gooners one nil up
I whispered … que sera
A make or break week-end for the so-called big four?
Richard, Sick note, Rudy me son
You must be ‘avin a laugh!
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As much as I hate to say it
I agree with the red nosed knight
This year’s title race is almost certain to be
Really, ever so tight.
¶ 4
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Yesterday was the very first time
I’d seen all the alleged pretenders
Not one of the so called big four
Struck me as an out and out contender.
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City could be in the shake up
Everton have a shout
That makes at least half a dozen in with a chance
Perhaps you’d care to point that out?
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