Fill Yer Boots!
¶ 1
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Fill yer boots, because LFC are in Town.
The ways it’s going, we might go down!
Our ‘Fortress Anfield’ erm not any more.
Forest scored 3…it should have been 4!
¶ 2
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The timid Redmen simply had no reply.
If I don’t laugh, this kopite might just cry!
Our goal scoring has dried up, you will find.
A cow’s arse and a banjo, springs to mind!
¶ 3
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Our defence is leaking goal after goal for fun.
And once we concede, the damage is done!
Once I saw Saturday’s unbalanced team sheet.
I thought to myself, this will end in defeat!
¶ 4
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So, what’s the answer, does Slot even know?
I think it’s time to bench Cody Gakpo and Mo.
So come on Reds, we’re behind you all the way.
At least still be in the Prem, come the end of May!
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