Thought I´d give you a real treat for a change, and write some proper poetry, instead of the rubbish I usually churn out (at least according to a certain professor from Stoke). So here it is, in glorious Iambic Pentameter. When we go off to Stoke to play our game At the Britannia Bowl, let´s not be tame, And match them well in every clinch to clinch So that all three points could be ours to pinch, One battle I look forward to, is that Between our Holt and Huth, and that´s a fact, Much could rest on the outcome of that duel To see just how he fares against our jewel, And should it be R. Shawcross with the task Well he might find it just as big an ask, Perhaps they´ll both join forces to repel Him which would give others room to excel, All talk of England doesn´t concern me Much better Holt continue scoring free, For us, and lead, and badger with his play Then recognition could still come his way, Just how much he brings to our gallant team Is evident to those of us who´ve seen, Him pummel centre-backs, week after week So that they often end up looking meek, But we too must be wary at the back As Crouch is a beacon in their attack, A shining light for each and all to see And standing there well over six foot three, A tricky customer to deal with too All arms and legs, but to give him his due, With the ball down there ´twixt his nimble feet He can be quite astonishingly neat, So be what will be, when we visit there But our lads can go play without a care, A point apiece would be a good day´s work But to achieve that, let none of them shirk. OTBC
I await the Prof's report with baited breath! In my humble, uneducated opinion RBF, it's equal best with every other poem you have produced!
♫ "you don't know what you're doing" ♫ ♫ "you don't know what you're doing" ♫
Well for goodness sake don´t go and alert him to it, whatever you do,´cause there´s bound to be something wrong with it.
