Check the London skies
It is turning deep blue
From the west end
Pushing and pulling the stretch everywhere
Not too long ago
It was all red and some splashes of white and yellow
Those are the colours of the north end
They shown with class and flair
With cash and brute
History is remolded as the colour can reach
Same in Manchester; struggle of the two colours
Deep Red and Light Blue: a lousy and a noisy
Pride of London?
King of London?
Stake your claim and prove with your game
The stands, in the near future, will tell.
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A sweet poem about the London sky. All sorts of colors and hues.