My Everton Poem

by Wayne Dinkelman | 18/06/2020

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My father once told me about a special day,
The day I was born when the skies were grey,
How mother and he both wept with joy,
To hold for the first time their new baby boy.

How I cried and cried and wouldn't stop,
Till an old lady nurse came over to the cot,
"It's the blanket," she said, "It's red, trust me,
For this baby was born a Blue, you see!"

Off came the red and she changed it to blue,
Then the crying stopped, not even a boo,
For the Mersey Blue runs strong in my veins,
And, even now that I'm old, it still remains.

My love for our history and what's to come as well,
When I hear the mighty Z-Cars, my heart begins to swell,
For I'm an Evertonian through and through,
And if you're reading this, my friend, then so are you.

We've all been born under the blue crescent moon,
We could never be Reds or support The Toon,
For I'm an Evertonian, a Toffee you see,
There can only ever be one team for me.

Now raise your glass and shout to the sky,
Everton's my team from birth till I die.

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