With waves of foaming blue across the stands
and patterned turf beneath their hungry feet,
the Foxes look to batten down their lands
and send the Gunners, barren, to the streets.
The deli mustard kits hold to the ball--
too turgid in possession and too kind.
Who from the ranks of Arsenal will call
and put the reigning champions behind?
Could Santi? No. Could Ox or Sanchez strike?
The sun sinks while the home side escalates.
And surely soon they'll find the chance they like,
provoking Gunner fans to fulminate.
Yet, hail the tattooed sheriff for his bit
In polishing up Arsene Wenger's shit.