Hens Teeth

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Last 4 games chaos reigned
Conceded 8, faces pained
Shipping goals like no tomorrow
Bringing woe, distress and sorrow
Ne’er mind a trophy, plate or cup
Put in the plug and shore it up
Schoolboy errors did abound
Dirty bedclothes all around
Last night free of all transgression
Despite minimal Utrecht oppression
Martin and Jamie all stitched up
Were only superficial cuts
A rarity just like hens teeth
A shiny Liverpool clean sheet


Now thats sorted all thats left is for El Nino to start firing.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/hens-teeth/