SITTING ON HIS ICE THRONE
SITTING ON HIS ICE THRONE
In Stamford Bridge's chill air, he reigns,
Cold Cole Palmer, Chelsea's icy veins.
With passes sharp as winter's biting breeze,
He freezes foes, with calculated ease.4
His icy grip on midfield, a frozen hold,
Opponents shiver, as his legend unfold.
With every touch, a crunching sound does rise,
Cole's cold confidence, matches Chelsea's enterprise.8
Sitting on his ice throne, he rules the ground,
A monarch of the pitch, his name etched all around.
His icy exploits, a Premier League delight,
Cold Cole Palmer, shining bright.¹²
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?10th December 2024.
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