Post-Match Poem: The Nightmare
It’s all okay, it was a dream,
and that nightmarish horror scene
where we were thrashed by Millwall
never happened – not at all.
You drank too much on Friday night
and that’s what gave you such a fright
for you were safe inside your bed
as the Lions mauled the Reds.
Those spooky films you watched last week
disturbed your mind in your sleep
so you imagined, as you snored,
South-East London Zombie hordes.
The game remains still to be played
because today is Saturday,
so hurry to the City Ground
where happy dreams are always found.