Monday, 30 January 2012
I met a traveller from an ancient land
who said 'four vast and empty sheds
stand in Aston.
Near them, in the stands
Half cut, an ugly visage lies, whose massive nose
and wrinkled face and ginger hair
Tell that it's owner did like a drink
But yet survives, stamped on those lifeless fans
The Randy that mocked them and the Barry that left.
And on their pedestal these words appear...
'Our name is Villa, best team in the 2nd half of the league
Look on our works ye mighty and despair'
....nothing beside remains.
Round the decay
of the trophy room, boundless and bare
The lone and empty stands stretch far away...