The roar of the crowd

under Goodison lights

sounds like local thunder,

as excitement grips this undervalued

part of Liverpool’s heritage,

the support of a team not remembered

in the karaoke bars of Japan,

or in the wild nights of the romantic

as they cling to a thought of red

glories past, under the beauty of

Shankly, under the watchful gaze

of Liverbird success.

 

The battle cry of opposition,

Blue Moon rings out, is as boisterous

as the words of sagely wisdom