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Claret and blue

James Edgar

Tuesday, October 12th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I stir come the morn, so breathless with pride,
For when Saturday comes I see my great side.
So many brumies bleed claret and blue,
But cheer the team so little do.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 On the road I am deep in thought,
Recalling last week how hard the lads fought,
Against one of the greatest sides in the land,
Such joyous celebration we had in the stand.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For I sit in the Holte, the famous Holte end,
With are boisterous army so ready to defend,
The honour of: Aston, Litchfield and Brum.
Why o why does no glory come?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As I approach the field of dreams,
Among the mob with anticipation and screams,
I know we should crush the weak team today,
Should we not I shall feel dismay.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Come the match so many lack passion and care,
And as we concede I can only stare,
As an ex blue nose taunts the faithful
O to the blues we are so hateful!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We manage to level though undeserved.
So much for 6th place we thought was reserved.
Once again we are frustratingly poor,
But the lion badge I shall always adore.

© jse12oct20004

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/claret-and-blue/