One day me and my family
went out to Birmingham to see Villa play against The Foxes.
The Foxes fans looked like they were in boxes.
The match was a thriller, but we lost, that was a killer.
It was amazing even though we lost.
In the first half Villa was winning,
it was like no one was there
and they were running in a line.
I thought of a little poem while watching the match.
It goes a bit like this ah hu hum…
Villa are a thriller,
Foxes are running in boxes,
Villa are a winner
Foxes are a killer.
This is why we’re a winner
and they are in the binna.

Good one, Izzy. (I haven’t put your chocolate toe one up, it’s really a story I think).
You’ve just sent us two STORIES, Izzy. We only publish poems.