Poetry

Newport County

Newport County – a name that rides the Severn’s tide, Where dragon‑kissed hills whisper ancient pride. The amber lights of Rodney Parade glow, A beacon for the faithful, steadfast, slow. In terraces

Port Vale

At Vale Park’s humble terraces, Where Burslem’s heart beats steady, true, The Valiants march in claret and white, A loyal throng in sky‑blue hue. From bygone days of grit and graft, Through triumphs

Chili

In the market's ruby glow, A chilli rests, its skin aglow, Whispering heat through summer's air, A crimson promise, sharp and fair. When sliced, it sings a fiery tune, Its flavour dances, bold

AFC Wimbledon

In Plough Lane’s hushed twilight, the Dons arise, A phoenix reborn from Wimbledon’s past, Their claret and blue a steadfast disguise, Against the giants, their hopes steadfast. From Kingston’s roar to the

Salford City

Salford City On the banks of the Irwell’s steady flow, Where old mills once sang with the clang of steel, Now glass towers catch the northern light, And reflections dance upon the water’s sheen.

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