Some poetic escape

Look (free kick ahead) - I'm not a poet, artist or anything like that. But amongst all the crap going on this year, here is my attempt to engage the other part of my brain and express some of what I see. I welcome any additions - in fact I'd like others with better skills to step in and make their own contribution. There is a wide range of people who inhabit this site, and maybe this will spark some with the right talent.

There once was a team called The Dees

Playing like they had knobbly knees

They couldn’t get the new plan

They couldn’t kick to their man

And the crowd said ‘we’ve seen enough please’

They had Morton and Watts and Macca

For whom many would not give a cracker

‘Just give them time’

‘They’ll come along fine’

‘One day they’ll go flat knacker’

And the old guard have gone out of favour

But Moloney and Russian still labour

They try to help the young team

But they’re missing Brad Green

To kick the sweet goals that they savour

Among the faithful there are views that are plenty

There are pros and there are cons - just as many

But we're into the season

With no time to reason

We just want to see goals - more than twenty!

Now the supporters are getting the sh!ts

And the coaches are taking some hits

Till round eleven we’ll go

Without a win you know

While Demonland goes into fits

It’s sad but it’s true none the less

These dark days are causing us stress

We’ve seen much better days

And played better ways

And have ended up right in a mess

And we've lost our great Champion Jim

Who lived with such vigour and vim

He's left a great hole

In our heart and our soul

Life's not the same without Jim

But blue skies are not far away

Our boys WILL rise up and play

To the best of their skill

And with a Demonic will

And the crowd will say – at last –'hooray!'