Tuesday 16 February 2016

A Villanil

A Villanil

(apologies to DT)


Do not go gentle out of that top flight,
Our fans should cheer and rave at close of play;
Rage, rage against the relegation plight .

Though Weimann at his end knew Derby was right,
Because his wages had not proved frightening he
Did not go gentle out of that top flight.

Grealish, the local boy, crying how bright
Their frail legs might have danced on Match of the Day,
Rage, rage against the relegation plight.

Guzan who caught then dropped the ball in flight,
And learn, too late, they gave a goal away,
Do not go gentle out of that top flight.

Chairmen, in debt, who see with blinding sight
The money spent on Nzgobia and Gueye,
Rage, rage against the relegation plight.

And you, Micah, fallen from such dizzy height,
Curse, bless, me now with your first team, I pray.
Do not go gentle out of that top flight.
Rage, rage against the relegation plight.