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The Lost Boys

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Chelsea lost!
Who to? Who cares?
What was the score? Nobody knows
Relief flows
We don’t relish their perfection
It is so very boring
We don’t wish to see them notch up points
We’re too busy snoring
Dropping more points than Grannys knitting
Champion sweaters, will they be fitting?

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Notes

Beaten by Fulham, draw with Birmingham. You brought it upon yourselves, Chelsea. Nothing raises the dander like a cheat.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-lost-boys/