In Arsene we trusted

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In Arsene we trusted, proverbial guts busted,
as they relentlessly chased silverware,
they dangled a carrot and now i`m sick as a parrot
cuz the trophy cabinet’s still bare,
and it`s such a shame, we play a beautiful game.
it`s like watching poetry in motion,
and while our detractors, say we`re missing x factors,
i don`t see the need for commotion,
we’re a few players short, and they can be bought,
with the dollars ‘big Stans’ bringing in,
i know it’s gone wrong, but we have to stand strong
and take it right on the chin,
cuz we`ve come a long way, since our Woolwich days,
it`s been 125 years,
and during that time, we`ve seen the sublime,
experienced the joy and the tears,
now some want Arsene`s head, but let it be said
that’s tantamount to high treason,
so in Arsene we trust, but he will bite the dust
if we finish with nothing next season.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/in-arsene-we-trusted/