Best Relegation Poems

A word once spelled out  

Defining what Saturday Night was all about  

Lads from Bay City  

Scene colorful, enchanting, and ever so...

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must refuse relegation, obey
only the roar of our own angels, then reshape 

breastplates to shield the motherland
from any warlord who dares 

to pimp our flag.
Battlefields...

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This day I have much to say
To say “I do” is long over due,
Pressure has turned to treasure,
As relegation transformed into relaxation,
Gossip is now a...

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 If you go to Villa Park
You'll be in for a lark.
From kickoff the opposition will look on fire
But that is because Villa are so...

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Arsenal first Friday, always start well
New signings too, will give Leicester hell
Arsenal easy, next,

Liverpool in the early game, a win at a canter
Watford offer up...

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On Praising Ladies on their Qualities in the THIRUK-KURAL: Canto 112, Nalam Punainthu Uraiththal, K1114 and K1120

[Please see "introduction on the plight of young girls"...

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Impossible dreams that give rise to miracles do happen in real life,
How else can one explain  as riotous celebrations burst into life,
There in Leicester...

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I could build a football team for the future,
I've played Football Manager on my computer,
I've built teams that are simply spectacular,
with lots of silverware I've...

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I never thought I'd fall out of love with football
I've seen referees make bad decisions, but this super league is the worst ever call
No football...

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There was a humming sound 
Hornet Honeys were in town 
Promoted by the media as a new found 
Getting the buzz 
And nectarine the love
Looking...

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Boys turned into men 
Acting chivalry needing to defend 
Thackray who never was 
Due to the wasp woman wanting buzz 
Gunners waited for Watford to...

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Bluesy woman carry my tune
rasped in relegation
of a crying crimson moon

Forge forth steps of beaten breath
left alone in trepidation
destined to outdistance death

Blast out those baby...

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today the past is now present
jarring brass voices carry weight
high-pitched illustrations
shutter light from daybreak dawn

future tenses refuse reflection
engineering a blinding bluff 
seeking slogans fruitful echoes
crisp...

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There once was a west ham 
Went to Hollywood with a plan 
Thackray was her name 
She loved the American cheese game 
Everything seemed fine...

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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...

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