The SW6 Relegation Sonnet 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The last game played, the chances gone-
Lost points in freezing winter rain
-The less to base our dreams upon-
have come to haunt us once again.
The tickets bought, now counterfoils,
Lie listless ‘twixt the empty rows
While outside, Haynes, who knew such toils
Seems to strike a sadder pose.
Tear down the placards, the saddest task,
The names replaced by lesser foes,
The question begs – but dare we ask
Can we still beat the best of those?
We can but wait while fate unfolds
To wonder what the future holds…



“13” proves unlucky for Fulham…a 14th season in the top flight denied by relegation.

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