Football poetry

around the tiber strange noises were heard, the ominous sound of a red liver bird those on the ground stood still and listened as under its wings 5 trophies glistened.
said the bird, a friend of mine twice conquered rome and ever since its been my second home, the first time he came he arrived by tank, do you think i'd surrender to some f@#king manc.
looks like the devils have been left in the lurch, and guess what folks, im still on my perch..........
LFC TILL I DIE Y.N.W.A.