Rolling the English Premiere Credits

Boys turned into men Acting chivalry needing to defend Thackray who never was Due to the wasp woman wanting buzz Gunners waited for Watford to arrive “Foul!” they did claim in a cry On target goal after the penalty try Followed by one then another Sunday’s mother Agree those went in Later on Arsenal committed an innocent sin Deeny connected Shot was not protected Three one at the break Story brewing about the yellow jacket relegation wake Being well back Singing stingers put together an attack Calling upon Danny to give a whack A nice song he did bellow Not enough to save the hives, dear fellow For the longest time In her own mind Mrs. Harris Just home from Paris Thackray did not cause any trouble There was no reason to blow any bubbles As time ticked away Grealish earned his claret blue army pay Slicking it through the post Mrs. Harris a few seconds later returned the gesture with a kind toast A draw Was the call And Aston’s Villa would not be sold Since they did not fold “Send down the Honey Cherry Buzz flavor” Second tier league requested as a favor Mr. Bourne with toffee candy in the mouth His cherries ready to head south But today he enjoyed a sweet victory taste Wasn’t showing ill feelings or haste Instead filled with Goodison’s grace Citizens on the other hand made the canaries look like nothing Man City netting five which was something Four sixes were on the executive level table Two were issued to pensioners writing a Chelsea fable While the Red Devils had a pair Enough to scare That pesky fox Now having respectable stock “Worry about a single commitment next year And enjoy that cheer” Was the message About priority addressing As for Thackray, the west ham Romantically united Mrs. Harris succeeded in her plan Next time a gale force winds come through Infecting play asking ‘what are you gonna do?” Do not put the season in the hearses Just be sporty write creative poetic rhyming verses The End