Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Points Mean Prizes

Doom and gloom
There was no room

For error at all
Damn you football

Fell for a Burton
Shut the curtain

We should've walked it
Misery a bottomless pit

It's the same old story
Faint hope of playoff glory

Will the real Leeds United stand up?
As I drown my sorrows in a large coffee cup

Where did that safety cushion go?
Cruel blow

Credit where it's due
We all knew

We were riding our luck
Blotting our copybook

Nabbing lucky points
That made us dare

Hope for a chance
But at a glance

We've overstretched ourselves
Dust gathers on the trophy shelves

Massimo time to go
Feels good to chant that you know

January blues
Give Monk his dues

He tried
But the table never lied

We needed reinforcements
For all the magic moments

We needed more
Still it's not been a bore

So used to dodging relegation
Once the frustration

Subsdides
We may appreciate the season's more exhilarating rides

Moments of togetherness
For all the stress

A win against Brighton the champion elect
The Chris Wood effect

Jansson Ayling Berardi
Kyle Bartley

May not stick around
But at times they've made Elland Rd a fierce ground

On a shoe string
These guys have made us sing

Out proud
And very loud

We ran out of steam
It would seem

Moments of the old Leeds
Midfield misdeeds

Lack of Plan B
But hey we must see

The promise Monk brought
For the most we fought

Pride
In our side

Never mind
Consolation we must find

In having something to play for late in the game
One day we'll be up there again

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