Dancin an Singin in The Rain.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Prior to a torrential down-pour
Abraham scores once more
Our bogy team, fail to get a sniff o the game.
Though keeper Kepa keeps a slippery clean slate
He best quickly sort out his plates, or his fate…
Could be a Ryanair one way, en route to Spain?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Onward Christian soldiers…
Brave heart and broad shoulders,
Nutting in the second, before careering off the goals frame.
Straight up…there was only ever gonna be one winner
While there at the death, our fans resembled Fred n Ginger…
Splish-sploshing along Fulham Road…Dancin an Singin in The Rain.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Peace.


We’re a real breath o’ fresh air of late.
Our entertaining fledgling team in the making
and Super Frank, Super Frank, Super Frankie Lampard being perfectly straight
is well worth the lauded plaudits he’s graciously taking.



*Plates…of meat. Rhyming slang for feet.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/singin-an-dancin-in-the-rain/