The dreaded ‘R’ word
¶ 1
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Holy Moly
What drama it turned out to be
Last day deliberation
To work out the bottom three
¶ 2
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Done and dusted
The Hammers already nailed
Firmly to the foot
They sit most positively impaled
¶ 3
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But for the others
Countless permutations abound
Hence the plethora
Of earphones at each ground
¶ 4
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Nerves a-jangling
Relegation the dreaded spectre
Two from five
Disappear from the league of nectar
¶ 5
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Fourteen times
In ninety minutes of fray
The trapdoor nips
But three live another day
¶ 6
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For them
Scenes of joy and elation
But of the sacrificial pair
Flags and shirts for cremation
¶ 7
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Tears of joy
Trump those of humiliation
Bitterness comes to those
With ideas above their station
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