Somewhere in the north-western wilderness
Is a lost city - because City lost
To United, at home - and so the less
Said the better. My own emotional cost
Is not that high. From the Midlands I crossed
To the North West so many moons ago
Today's blue moon will be powder blue dust
City folk will soon move on, tomorrow
Turning deaf ears to the red tide of woe
Blue Monday's usual lack of cheerfulness
Made worse by red sneers, like an evil ghost
Lurking by the water-cooler. Lift, go
Faster to third floor, an unwanted guest
Is sharing the ride - it's that smug red boss
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