Lambs to the slaughter

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh lily-livered lilywhites
Don’t get above your station.
Premier Prattle’s premature,
It only bores the nation.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Narrow’s the gate to the promised land
Yet wide to relegation.
Your lambs of god will get the chop,
No way they’re going to the top.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So bleating Deepdale cops a cull
As Claret marksmen triggers pull.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Promotion provender left unsupped;
The North End season truly tupped.


Dedicated to Les Mud – in anticipation of Preston North End’s visit to Burnley, 6th April 2001.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/lambs-to-the-slaughter/