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when the whistle blows
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Saturday, 12th March 2011 @ 12:26:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
sarcasticpoetry
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Arsène Wenger, don't despair
though all around you stress and tear
their tickets up, their eyes a glaze
they're tired of your philosophies.
Way back when in '98
you're football it was just first rate.
Playing with such Gallic flair.
Trophies? Yes. You had your share.
Invincibles in 004,
winning most, you shut the door.
Defence was great, up front Henry.
A season that made history.
You've tantalised us since that year,
financial greatness is your steer.
Profits soar but what the dream?
there is no steel within your team.
You pass and pass, and pass, and pass
You're team are wearing out the grass.
There's one thing that you're team forgets,
supposed to kick it in the net.
Oh Arsène Wenger don't despair
though T.V. cameras shine and glare
at your face as the whistle blows.
They're gunning for you til you go.
Your face it appears on the screen
The cracks show that you've lost the dream.
Too tired to chase with vigorous spite,
to be the best under floodlight.
Your arrogance and mystery
is gone and now you're on your knees.
A victim of your own success
still, better than most of the rest.
Three cups gone in just two weeks
what a lousy losing streak!
but it's not over, just you see
I bet this year you'll win the league!
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poeticjestix
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2011-03-12 12:26:19] (Date/Time posted on
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