Rotation, Rotation, Rotation

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Rotation, rotation, rotation
A concept alien to our generation
Bill Shankly’s team, same as last season
Now Benitez tinkers without a good reason

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Players rested before they are tired
Our goal machine wonders why he was hired
Playing for places, a thing of the past
Dramas unfold with an ever-changing cast

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Chopping, changing, looking like strangers
Losing points early is fraught with dangers
This policy sees us spin out of control
And leads us away from our ultimate goal

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 To be Champions again, hoping and yearning
But Rafa’s the man who’s not for turning
When the cups are gathered, next year in May
We’ll be fresh as a daisy but too far away



I hope I am proved wrong.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/rotation-rotation-rotation/