It’s Gooner-stic, I say
Sight and sounds of opening day
Red army to the fray
Proud, ambitious, ready to slay.
While pundits babble and predict
Bringing comfort to the pessimist
Gooners remain optimists
Full in knowledge that signings are no mist.
So Palace to be the test
Fully prepped but leaderless
From the south they came
Up for the physical game.
Some surprise the gaffer is springing.
Tweet goes the whistle
At last an end to the tattle
Arsenal on the front foot probing
Palace in the trenches, countering.
First blow, set piece comes their way
Hangerland causes dismay
Down in the bottom corner, scoring
Visions of an upset soaring.
But this Arsenal refuses to fade
Making attacks, forcing a foul to break-up the play
Up step Alexis, ball in flight
Around comes Kozzer, neck muscles tight.
So its second half to decide
Substitutes tilting from the side
Chamakh yellow, Puncheon red
Palace clinging, as if ready to bed.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man
A corner won, arcing from right hand
Downward header by Giroud, Debouchy lashes
Never in doubt as Aaron smashes.
Three points bagged, no scapegoat to blame
Gooners are happy, doomers ashamed
Onwards and upwards is the positive claim
As the joy of opening day forever remains.
We are moving up market with Shotta. Poetry now, whatever next?