Liverpool 800 poem

Its nearly time for 2008 were everything happens with a fait.
The liver birds so high in the sky
if they fly away Liverpool will die.
Their clocks so big you could hear it tick.
The Beatles were singing while the cathederal bells were ringing.
Were Scouser for life we avoid strife.
To the two Liverpool grounds we go like hounds.

We are 800 years old
but Liverpool
were still looking gold.

By Ben Shields Age 12