Dare you, say up Wenger,
And behold Arsenal FaNs fume in anger,
For when one commentator said Arsene,
To some aggrieved ear, it sounded arson,
And to a disgruntled yoruba ear, asin,
I wondered, his atrocities that much.
Mufu burst-ed: Clichy by another club cliched,
A replacement, the prudent man takes a risk,
Gibbs definately will click.
Now Denilson gone,
One of the few who seldom fire the dusty canon gun,
And what as Mr Wenger done?
The power house, midfielder fabricator of gas, Fabregas,
For Arsenal, seem out of gas,
But Professor holds him still as the citadel of pass,
When many suspect his commitment long past.
Some have said on Mr Wengers hand is a super efficient glue,
And his full diskette need be replaced by a CD ROM,
Experts confessed: the free flowing pattern of play be like maggi, onga,
Will wet any football lover appetite to hunger,
But to shoot, Raphael declared, Nada,
And when they do, bagger
All our Strikers be Van der sars maga.
If there be any bullet left in the gunners canon gun, Bimpe added in anger,
It should be aimed at the wallet of Wenger.
Ayandare Mayowa
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