I’m running out of words for these intros. The poem says it all.
A point was needed, and we got it. Two poems left (hopefully). Three points required.

West Brom 0:0 Ipswich Town, 25/04/2026

The Point

Welcome to the slog
where legs are heavy and turn to logs,
and you’d rather be in the bogs
than watching this.
Your passing’s fast deserted,
you chance your arm
but your chances aren’t converted.
It’s scheduled hurt, perverted
watching this.
It’s like falling on a bruise.
A mission: impossible to lose.
Feels like freight in the Strait of Hormuz
watching this.
Missed chances are amassing,
we’re short of greatness like Trump’s latest assassin.
We’re running out of gas, still watching this.
But Walton’s not too shabby
and soon The Baggies are looking saggy,
a point is grabbed and both are happy,
and that’s the point
of watching this.

jalapenosteve added 20:03 - Apr 27 You are so effing talented man!
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armchaircritic59 added 18:55 - Apr 28 Well, at least you're running out at the right time of the season, one more ( hopefully ) to go and thanks for the entertainment!
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StowTractor added 13:43 - Apr 29 Thanks for keeping us entertained. 2 more poems to go!!!
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