Friday, 24 August 2012

One in Ten

One in Ten
One in ten and fading fast
Victories, all in the past
As Vera said, we’ll win again
Don’t know where, don’t know when

So if we take the lead
We totally recede
We sit back and defend
Afraid that we’ll distend

Without fail we concede
No more shall we lead
Supporters groan and frown,
Players’ heads go down

And if we are consigned
To cruelly go behind
We all sit there disgusted
The game is done and dusted

We’re fragile and frail
Leaderless, we fail
Facing the unknown
Sinking like a stone

Deemed unstuitable for the official match programme.
Too critical.
After one win in ten it's not critical enough for me.

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