Foxes In A Hole.
Off to Leicester Palace glumly go
Hoping to put up a gallant show,
Hoping to cling on for a goalless draw,
Roy’s boys can’t hope for much more.
But Palace take joy in the unexpected,
Bathshuayi sticks in a goal- deflected,
But its equaled by on-the-spot Evans
As Goalie Guaita swears at the heavens.
The Foxes smelt blood at the King Power,
Then the smell of success began to sour
When Wilf nipped past his poor defender-
Was he ripped into by Kasper the goal tender!
Then Jonny Evans was penalised
Hero to villain, transformation realised;
Keeper Kasper, not a ghost of a chance-
Another goal, another kick in Puels pants.
Then came the final twist of the tail,
For the Foxes manager, the final nail,
Zaha goes forth, another cruel Puel blow
And back to London Roy’s boys joyfully go.