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The Prodigal Son

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Prodigal Son he upped and left
For many a long, long year.
Leaving a void that could not be filled
Except by a flood of tears.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Maybe once every Season the Son came back,
But not in a shirt of blue.
No, the jersey he wore on his back such times
Was more of a reddish hue.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now the Prodigal Son is returning,
And we’re asked to forgive and forget.
Well, we may, in the fullness of time,
But aren’t ready to do so yet.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 It is he who must first come up with the goods,
Give his all, heart and soul, and sweat blood,
Prove he’s a Blue, a true Blue through and through,
Who’s not simply come back for a laugh.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Then, only then, we just might turn our thoughts
To slaught’ring a fatted calf.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 13/7/17
Denys E. W. Jones

This is to mark the return of Wayne Rooney to Everton.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-prodigal-son-2/