A poem i composed for my darling club.
A team that trails 19 clear points behind arch-rivals
What a mysterious season,
A season full of hope and sweet vegeance
What a historic season
Sweet kotoko,thou pleasest me.
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And dies as soon as others grow
The oak tree wilt in a rainy season
But the porcupine shines in a rainy season
Go kotoko,go for gold.
Won matches are sweet, but those to be won
Are sweeter,therefore, ye porcupine warrious,
play on; and go for the league trophy
It is my fervevnt prayer that we win the rest of the matches
A season with mixed feelings
As the season ends,
The fabulous fans, wish to have
have a night on the tiles
A victory that heals the sck
Hard won victory,the sweetest of all.
A team that trails 19 clear points behind arch-rivals
What a mysterious season,
A season full of hope and sweet vegeance
What a historic season
Sweet kotoko,thou pleasest me.
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And dies as soon as others grow
The oak tree wilt in a rainy season
But the porcupine shines in a rainy season
Go kotoko,go for gold.
Won matches are sweet, but those to be won
Are sweeter,therefore, ye porcupine warrious,
play on; and go for the league trophy
It is my fervevnt prayer that we win the rest of the matches
A season with mixed feelings
As the season ends,
The fabulous fans, wish to have
have a night on the tiles
A victory that heals the sck
Hard won victory,the sweetest of all.
