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Thackray thought up a plan 
To get three points for the west hams 
Called upon Antonio to do a task 
“Fetch my friend a theatrical mask 
Tell the canary meet for a luncheon 
Of course at his dungeon 
There will be no bubbles to burst 
Only an answer to why Miss Thackray was cursed” 
Antonio took the orders 
Did contact a reporter 
Hornet Daily decided to decline 
Meeting with the royals from the new castle on their mind 
Evenly spread out 
Antonio very calm no need to shout 
Four across the board 
Before shutting the door 
Royals in the new castle 
Felt this get together was a hassle 
Found a goal early 
Surely, 
This would separate the west ham from the buzz 
Staying united as they always was 
Claiming two fouls 
Hornets’ staff went to print with a howl 
Still on the hammy’s heels 
Not investigating if Thackray will ever get another deal 
Antonio returned 
Successful not burned 
Thackray now felt at ease 
No longer relegation a tease 
Taking a shot of Claret wine 
Things getting a good sign 
“I will not stalk alone” 
Thackray reminder herself in a British tone

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