This is a combination of not wanting to do assignments, energy drink and last nights victory. I was gonna mention something about Drenthe, but I thought that might be a BIT too controversial (Anyone have any new on that situation?)
Twas the night before uni, an assignment was due;
But I spent the whole night thinking, that I'm lucky to be blue
A half-arsed clearance, spraying the ball out wide;
It's comforting knowing, all Evertonians by my side
Our "world class" players, that play the game hard;
and Phil Neville superstar, more medals than Gerrard
Our celebrity fans, are the quirkiest bunch;
The big man Sylvester Stallone, and Bear Grylls eating his "lunch"
Hibbo will finally score, and Cahill will use his feet;
We've all gotta dream of something, whilst under the sheets
Until that fateful day, when we inevitably riot;
Goodison will be roaring away, making Anfield look quiet
I have to say though, my favourite thing;
Would be Pienaar and Baines, jizzing up the left wing
A special mention goes out, to our own little Iniesta;
Without Leon Osman, Moyes’d be driving a Fiesta
And who could forget, Our Argentine Emile Heskey,
That workhorse up-front, Denis Stracqualursi
And so ends my poem, my assignment still unfinished;
My love for Everton, forever undiminished.
Twas the night before uni, an assignment was due;
But I spent the whole night thinking, that I'm lucky to be blue
A half-arsed clearance, spraying the ball out wide;
It's comforting knowing, all Evertonians by my side
Our "world class" players, that play the game hard;
and Phil Neville superstar, more medals than Gerrard
Our celebrity fans, are the quirkiest bunch;
The big man Sylvester Stallone, and Bear Grylls eating his "lunch"
Hibbo will finally score, and Cahill will use his feet;
We've all gotta dream of something, whilst under the sheets
Until that fateful day, when we inevitably riot;
Goodison will be roaring away, making Anfield look quiet
I have to say though, my favourite thing;
Would be Pienaar and Baines, jizzing up the left wing
A special mention goes out, to our own little Iniesta;
Without Leon Osman, Moyes’d be driving a Fiesta
And who could forget, Our Argentine Emile Heskey,
That workhorse up-front, Denis Stracqualursi
And so ends my poem, my assignment still unfinished;
My love for Everton, forever undiminished.
If anyone would like to add any verses/stanzas, feel free. I'm rather looking forward to see what you lids come up with!!
