Who Were Those Guys, Anyway?

Mystery Man

Men in yellow strolling on the grass
Wondering what's for dinner
And forgetting how to pass
Men in red racing round the ground
Making heads swivel
Accompanied with frowns
One goal, two!
Then three and four!
The crowd was roaring
Wanting more
Alas, halftime came
and yellow hung their heads
Awaiting a screaming from their coach
And wishing they were dead
The second half started
And less strolling took place
But tackles were still missing
and the usual grace
The reds lacked none of their verve
Picking out Sterling
This time to serve
Up goes goal five
and heads hung again
Until the ref blew his whistle
and Mike struck it in
Still being beaten
by a margin of four
Reeks of imposters
Sneaking in doors
Kidnapping our boys
Replacing them with sloths
Puts us in second our
Defensive nous lost
Would signings have helped?
Would rotating players
What about the lineup
There's so many layers
What I do know is this
and it might not be much
But there's 13 games left
and up next is the Dutch (skunk, that is)
So put this one behind us
And march on to Wednesday
A win against Manure
Will lesson the Pain-day.

Cheers - and have a good one Gooners.