‘Twas the end of the season, when all through the city;
There were thoughts of “what if”, and feelings of pity.
Nets were hung up to goalposts with care,
In the hope that Cardiff would soon be scoring there.
The top two lay quiet, cuddled up in their beds;
While dreams of the Premier League danced in their heads.
For us, the opposite, we had little to unwrap;
Except managing to avoid a relegation scrap.
At the start of the year we had figured a trick;
We had some nice form under our good St. Mick.
But then we got found out, our games were no fun,
Loss after loss, flirting with League One.
After 10 in a row the board bellowed, “enough!”
They canned old St. Mick, it was time to get tough!
I wanted Frank Lampard, or Chris Wilder would do,
But Steve Morison got the nod from Dalman and Choo.
We started to improve but Mozza wanted loans;
And to bring some of our loanees back to their homes.
More rapid than bluebirds, the players they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Ryan! Now, Cody! Now, Tommy and Max!
On, Uche! On, Jordan! Let’s get some attacks!
These fans have suffered, they’re down on their luck!
Play like the wind boys! Let’s keep this team up!”
An impossible task it looked like for some,
But out of nowhere the results they did come.
Forest, Barnsley, Posh, they were all wins;
No more taking bad results on our chins.
A team transformed we refused to yield;
With a better ref we even could’ve won at Anfield!
The embarrassment was over, or so we thought;
That was until *they* came to our fort.
Totally battered by that lot from West,
To put it nicely, we were far from our best.
Losing that way spelt massive trouble;
And to make things worse? It meant they did the double
After this our results became poor,
The goals dried up, I missed Kieffer Moore!
Hull, Luton, Sheffield, and Boro;
All were bad losses, each worse than the other.
The fans grew restless, the football was bad,
When the season was over we’d be more than glad.
We needed an opportunity to snap out of it soon,
That came against the Brummies on a May afternoon.
Our last home game would end honours even,
Before a trip to the Midlands to end our sorry season.
“To be fair, it’s only Derby” I said in my head;
That calmed me down, I had nothing to dread.
The Rams? Relegated, to League One they’ll go,
And today they couldn’t use the excuse of questionable snow.
Hugill’s goal meant we finished on a high,
A fitting way to end it if this is goodbye.
A poor season? Yes, no one can deny that;
But Mozza pulled some tricks out of his hat.
We could’ve gone down, but he snuck us out of jail –
Now let’s have a great summer, and sign Gareth Bale!
TLDR: We started good, then went bad (like really bad), then went good again, then Swansea did the double over us and we were really bad again, then we finished the last 2 games of the year ok, now sign Gareth Bale plz and thanks x