Table For Two

It was a Sunday cherry picker Saints were coming not to bicker We will take a few Then on cue Change them to A special wine And have a nice time Mr. Bourne he did listen Dreaming of a fantasy mission Catching the hive And staying alive Missing St Mary Saints knew this was not going carry Mr. Bourne’s mouth Was heading south Before the first forty five One went in, no lie “This is not red,” Mr. Bourne said Thinking they were playing with his head “And I am not dead.” Looking to still get a point Mr. Bourne kept himself in the joint Until the final ticks And the Saints dropped the kick A shot they could not defend At the very end Adams gave it his best rib Into the goal resting inside the nylon crib Gold sands Will be in relegation hands Saying goodbye to the glitz and glamour Sealing the high profile coffin using a hammer Foxes headed to see the Lily in White Needing something to stay in the top four team fight Champions League fit was feeling right Along came an honest test Seeing if Foxes had anything to confess Very early Foxes were a mess Delivering the ball to the wrong address Later on there was two from Kane A double dip as per his fame No one really had a complain It was the final scoring in the game Foxes still tied with the manuel Devils For extra matches on an International tournament level Noted there are two Left for Man U While Foxes have another against, you know who