Why don't you give us the table your tea leaves predict, Herc?
Being of a positive predeliction,
I'll offer you a benign prediction
Despite a worrying restriction,
Of negligible signings!
With a consequent constriction,
Of tired muscles resigning!
Towards completing my report,
I Thought it prudent to resort,
To Yonder far, far fairy fort;
And solicit their view,
And pray my words won't distort,
How I put it to you!
They say: Man City shall be first,
And that there's not the worst,
They say our bubble shall burst,
Spurs next's their word!
And however long we may thirst,
We'll fight United for third!
They say: as the season lengthen,
Our crass failure to strengthen,
For which pundits shall mention;
As a prime detractor:
The wearied player dimension,
Being a deciding factor!
