The end of the season is nigh, and what a season it was
Surely not one to miss, leaving me in total bliss – the roar
of the crowd, leaving the fans feeling so proud. And what
about the manager? What a job he did – two cups we won as
everyone shouted, ‘come on, my son.’
Top scorer Danny, leaving goalkeepers petrified and certainly
no place to hide. So congratulations to my favourite team,
allowing my face one glorious beam. So next season awaits and
it will certainly be a date – and what will our fate be? Another
promotion? Poor me, I won’t be able to compete with the
commotion!!
Poems By ken makepeace 