To Anfield we went, the boys in blue
To fell the mighty, to give them what was due

That was the mission, that was the quest,
and now its all over, you know the rest.

It was all great, all dandy, a truly fantastic start
for nearly 100 seconds we really looked the part.

Then we gave them a goal, as so often this season,
without any sense, without any reason.

This time though it was just a bit more quick
Kaboul hits his own net, no need to call him a dick

But that’s not enough, for Liverpool of late,
let’s give them another, hand it on a plate

Poor Michael Dawson, so often our hero,
gave them the ball, right in ground zero

No need to worry, was only to Luis Suarez
the most deadly goalscorer ever, as everybody says

The Uruguayan scored, without any biting
the game itself became very exciting

Liverpool are a team really on top of their game
Whilst ‘Lacklustre’ is appropriate as Spurs middle name.

So often the case in this latest season of frustration
The Spurs team play in away to astound the nation

Not in a good way, not being clinical and ruthless,
but 100 million wasted and all totally fucking useless.

So we’re looking good now for a worthy 7th place finish
to raise the mood, flatter the ego, in no way spirits diminish

We need to spend more money, at least we should try
some clueless Euro-mediocrity, we’ll over-pay to buy

Who wants a new manager, it only brings more sorrow
like David Moyes, poor sod, for whom there’s no tomorrow

Tim Sherwood is our man, a Gooner to the bone
he’s quality and intelligent, all the tests have shown

Another season wasted, aspirations all denied
Oh well, such is life down the Lane, at least no-one died.

Happy sodding Monday

A xxxx