LFC Poem

As I walked down Lake street, I heard them singing
"Now its glory round the fields of Anfield road"
And like the sound of the trumpet it signalled the beginning
I stood in admiration of the stories they told


Who are these people who "live in the red and white Kop"
whom others say "their days are numbered"
but as May comes always finish out on top
"they are not English, they are Scouse" I then remembered

they wear "a Liverbird upon their chest"
and "support a team that's dressed in red"
I thought to myself football fans, just like the rest
as I glanced at Bill Shankly's gates ahead

In front of a burning flame I met a ghostly scouser
"he loved to sing he loved to shout he got thrown out quite a lot"
I noticed five stars upon his trouser
I guessed "Aha the times you were shot?"

No he cried "In Istanbul, We won it five times"
"From 3 behind?" I asked amazed
"In the rain and wind our spirit shines
Liverpool will never walk alone" he said unfazed

"To Athens now the Reds go marching in
With thoughts of the ninety six within"
He chanted as he left my sight
As I stood there realizing LFC and all its might

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