Wandering Away From Home.
‘Twas at Wolverhampton, on a night crisp and clear
Crystal Palace kicked kicked off the first game of the new year,
But Wolves played like a pack of mongrels on this night,
They huffed and they puffed but they showed little bite.
But neither were the Eagles soaring,
This game was tame, tedious and boring.
If someone- anyone- wouldn’t score for us soon
We’d join in with the Wolves fans and howl at the moon,
In the last ten minutes Palace score not one goal but two,
But it’s been no walk in the park watching Wolves lose at Molineux.
We won, yet I feel sorry for Wolves all the same,
We had all endured a dog’s breakfast of a game.