Liverpool Tale

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I will tell you all a story
In the verbs of verse and rhyme
Of footy heroes all well loved
Well thought of in their time
I think of Alec Lindsay
Pure magic in his red
His voice bounced off the Anfield stands
His shots round goalies heads!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I think of Tommy Lawrence
His figure stout and wide
Between the sticks to heaven rose
And proved that pigs could fly
I think of Razor Kennedy
Football’s forgotten son
But when I list my Reds 11
His name is always on

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Tommy Smith the Iron himself
From tackles would not flinch
So tough a Kopite threw a pork chop
And yelled: “Smithy, ‘Ere’s yer lunch!”
From Jimmy Case we’d get a brace
Then find new songs to sing
And Quasi like a thoroughbred
So many games we’d win

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Barney Rubble held his nerve
Upon his boots depend
The others had to look away
But Barney buried his pen
Peter Cormack, Ronnie Whelan
Ray Houghton and Steve Mac too
And not forgetting David Johnson
Looked better in red than he did in blue

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Reds whose names we loved to roar
Whose deeds we came to see
The passion that would bring us more
Such times would come to be
All men and women, girls and boys
Would sing their songs out loud
This football team made each so happy
But best made each so proud.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/liverpool-tale/