We’re not very consistent,
We win, we lose, we draw.
The only thing that’s certain is
We’re never true to form.
The other night at Turf Moor,
We somehow lost three-two.
Yet next home game at Goodison,
Contrived to beat Man U!
We’re like some punch-drunk boxer,
Knocked back against the ropes,
The Drop is a real prospect,
Survival a slim hope.
No-one can tell what lies ahead,
Not even Nostradamus.
The only thing that can be said is:
“Dum spiramus speramus.”
Denys E. W. Jones