Poem for Geezer
Could this be the start of a Keats Byron diss?
Brighton and Hove Albion 4…..Aston Villa 0
Oh woeful poetIs your Villa built on shifting sandCrumbling bricks and mortarEasily punctured by theSeagulls sharp beakIf victory is a tasty cheese sandwichEaten by the breakwater wallWhere the unwary are robbed afterOne mouth-watering bite as the predator swoopsAnd steals the days first prize.