Courtesy of Small Health Alliance
It is February 14th and we’re in 7th,
No, not heaven; rather, the doorway to Europ-Ah,
Penalty-Kicked out of the Worth-Nothing Coppa,
Bonced out of the lacklustre FA Coppa
Just the UCL to discuss over this Valentine’s Supper.
Hence, it is with a heavy heart that I pen this letter
The penury of our play, the poverty of our goals,
Are we not worth better??
Vicariously, I date you – my love for the Red devils rises,
Yet you lament your luck, you pass the buck,
‘New players needed’, ‘Injury crises’,
You’re in luck; you still receive your monthly buck.
Before Ivory Yaya again tramples over soft centre,
A raging bull over wilting grassland,
We ask you, in kindness, 3 in the middle is better,
Mata behind the striker, a no-brainer,
The one with no brain, the traitor Wayne, worthy resident of the bench.
Find another way to goal, a path less beaten,
Crossing in vain, Oh God, bloody heathen.
If you do all these, and more (conservative list, this is)
Sell a few, sign a few, and retire a few more still,
And Our love may yet kindle for you.
Hacks quote a hundred mill this summer,
It’s nice and warm so do not freeze –
I want this, that and all of those.
Till then, we’ll try trust, and hope, you know what you’re doing.
P.S – If you sanction the sale of Rafa, our right back,
I’ll personally file a petition for your sack.