Higher_Power_Fox
Roofer
Poem in the style of Morrissey
The city once so alive and grand
Now a shadow of its former self, so bland
The streets that once roared with cheers
Now echo with the sound of tears
Leicester, oh Leicester, what have we done?
Chasing glory, but now our time is done
Our triumphs now seem like distant dreams
As we're forced to watch our hopes and schemes
The Foxes once ruled England's green fields
But now the victory taste that we once reveled in yields
Fickle are the fortunes of our beloved game
Its whims and fancies ever-changing, never the same
Leicester, oh Leicester, how you break our hearts
Our love for you, now torn apart
We'll always cherish the memories of glorious days
But they seem so far, lost in the haze
Can you hear our mournful cries?
As we watch you sink, with saddened eyes
Leicester, oh Leicester, how we long for your rise
And for the pride that comes with each win and surprise
The city once so alive and grand
Now a shadow of its former self, so bland
The streets that once roared with cheers
Now echo with the sound of tears
Leicester, oh Leicester, what have we done?
Chasing glory, but now our time is done
Our triumphs now seem like distant dreams
As we're forced to watch our hopes and schemes
The Foxes once ruled England's green fields
But now the victory taste that we once reveled in yields
Fickle are the fortunes of our beloved game
Its whims and fancies ever-changing, never the same
Leicester, oh Leicester, how you break our hearts
Our love for you, now torn apart
We'll always cherish the memories of glorious days
But they seem so far, lost in the haze
Can you hear our mournful cries?
As we watch you sink, with saddened eyes
Leicester, oh Leicester, how we long for your rise
And for the pride that comes with each win and surprise