209 – Ode To Ranieri

Poem number 209
Ode To Ranieri
Oh Claudio, you little gem
You little white haired ace
Your cat has killed the pigeons
There’s a smile upon my face
You made the experts eat their words
You stole the fat cats’ chips
Your underdogs have got their day
Your name is on the lips
Of the sporting world, a miracle
Birthed safely, right on cue
Through skill and guile and humour
And a steely eye or two
After 30 years of nearliness
You’ve done it sir! And how!
The Future won’t be Leicester’s
But you own the precious Now.