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The Honeymoon’s Over

Trent Morris

Monday, September 1st, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The honeymoon’s over.
Where did it go?
We thought we’d have nine points.
Our start has been slow.
Sir Alex still drops by.
He could still manage, no?
The honeymoon’s over.
Where did it go?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The daylight is slipping
into the moon.
The darkness is ripping
our silver too soon.
At this rate it’s gripping
our league place by June.
The daylight is slipping
into the moon.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The feeling is fading.
We’re getting numb
We’re reeling from trading.
DiMaria? The sum?
It’s between the degrading,
Blind, stealing, and dumb.
The feeling is fading.
We’re getting numb.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But the honeymoon’s over.
Where did it go?
Can we get back with David
(the devil we know)?
We could have had Pogba.
Guess we were too slow.
The honeymoon’s over.
Where did it go?

© Trent Morris 2014

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-honeymoons-over/