Thirsting for Revenge
¶ 1
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We last met in September,
When trees were not yet bare.
Three times we made their Keeper stoop,
(And Johnson bagged a pair!)
¶ 2
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The Reds were none too happy,
You should’ve seen ‘em glare.
Well, now they’re thirsting for Revenge,
Beware, my Lads, beware.
¶ 3
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Much water’s flowed beneath the bridge,
Since that win oh so rare.
We’re hoping to repeat the Feat –
To catch’em unawares.
¶ 4
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But let’s not be complacent,
Let’s tread with utmost care.
The Reds are lusting for Revenge,
Beware, my Boys, beware.
¶ 5
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We’ll soon be off to Anfield,
Deep into the Wolf’s Lair.
We know they’ll take the game to us,
They won’t just stand and stare.
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They’re out to get their own back,
By foul means or by fair.
The Reds are hell-bent on Revenge,
Beware! Beware!! Beware!!!
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28/1/07
Denys E. W. Jones
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