Down a dark, shady road I did wearily trudge
Daisies and sunflowers wilted under my touch
I walked a sad walk and hummed a sad tune
It seemed like unchecked night more than cloudy afternoon
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It was with moist, red eyes and droopy, furrowed brow
That I navigated past people and the odd straggling cow
I had seen my nerves abused and my hairline recede
But to my sincere request The Lord did not accede
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I buried face in hands as it began to mildly rain
The hopeless clowns had gone and done it again
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Arsenal now seem to follow a set season template
Sunny August-iffy February-April irate
Veteran suicide artists in this London team reside
Who revel in sorrowfully falling by the wayside
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This season's commencement saw me baring the pearly whites
Due to Theo Walcott hat-tricks and other surprising sights
November saw the fingernails chewed to naught
Losing to Newcastle and Braga- what absolute rot
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Things started looking up at the turn of the New Year
When Nasri and co.