Munchen In The Rain Poem by Paul Reed

So, you have not listened!
You have ignored our plea
The pitch is now glistened
Under Mancunian rain-spree;

We told you to kick off at 6
To get the match over quick
Now we are in a right old fix
Munchen-Gladback are feeling sick;

Now from Germany we are separated
In Manchester, of all places
We are far from being elated
Undoing our soggy bootlaces;

We don't know what might have occurred
The game might have turned out to be scrappy
But you didn't listen, you never heard
We are far from being happy;

But when we play the return fixture
On our beloved pitch at Munich
You will find an overpowering mixture
To put hairs up your English tunic;

For if we have rain forecast for that night
We will ignore all the hurly-burly
We will drag you in at six o'clock prompt
And kick off 90 minutes early.