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