The Wailing Wall of Wenger
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It must be painful and ever so galling
For a gaffa of Wenger’s true calling
Champions League dreams still stalling
Postmatch he is simply appalling
Excuses Excuses he’s trawling
The walls of the pressroom he’s crawling
And then like a baby starts sqwalling
Spitting his dummy and bawling
But the truth is a pill we must swallow
Tho’ painful its medicine can seem
For those with myopic dysfunction
Learn Anfield will hand out a mauling.
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