Our coffers, so flush full of cash,
Boasted Ivan, "We've oodles to splash,"
Left Gonzo in the night,
For a racist who bites,
And got neither, once again -- hopes dashed
A winnable fixture to start,
A quick goal was nothing but art,
"Put your faith in the boss,"
But two yellows for Kos,
One-to-three, this team's bad for my heart
Hopping a flight east to Turkey,
Where we really made rather light work-y,
With their squad off the pace,
Fener just kicked some face,
And frankly, I find that quite jerky
Off a loss to Villa, three-to-one,
The ever-tricky “at Fulham”,
Lucky break to Giroud,
Poldi then tacked on two,
And no, guys, that wasn’t Robson
