A stanza: As I wander the hills my mind, as often as not,

[High Quality Kick and Run]

On days like these, thinks of St Totts,
And as I traipse ever on through fields of mud,
So I laugh, aloud, at those poor, delusional spuds

[modd]

between us, city and chelsea with united getting 4th.

[Hendon Gooner (Only Easy Day Was Yesterday))]

:hehe:

[R.C. Celebrating the return of Trophies]

Ever in our shadow, they grind and gnash their teeth.
But every summers day seems to renew forlorn belief
And 'mind the gap' rings out, along the seven sisters
and the thought of shifting power means they all have ****ers blisters.

But the mighty mighty Arsenal, always seem to find a way
When the football starts, to break their hearts
And send them on their way.
And so we sit here watching, about to raise a toast today
And wish the silly ****ers
Happy st Totterings Day