It Ends Well
No one can tell
If it will end well
If anyone knows
It would be a nose
That has never been
A humanly made being
The blues fear
Red devil cheers
But the match turned severe
And the last laugh became sincere
Cum troubling and noisy chants
Buried like well embedded plants
"Them don dey go... one by one"
It ought to be just for fun
Meanwhile, many almost gone mad
As some look so glad
What a lively match!
Also a beautiful smart snatch
A winning well deserve
Another one been preserved
Rejoice but forget not
Gunners still dey hot
And bullets are loaded--
Tick-tack not outmoded
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