The Holy Poet sends us this brilliant offering, rather apt just before we meet with Barcelona in the Champions League
The Group of Nobility.
They say we need the Champions League but they need us just as much
And we’ll bring with us the Spaniards too, the Italians and the Dutch
Ask Maldini, Pirlo, where’s the greatest atmosphere?
It’s Celtic Park, where all should play, at least once in their career.
At Celtic Park we’ll welcome them, a group that’s most elite
The Big Cup won by each of us, in itself a major feat
From the greatest Club there’s ever been to the greatest team that played
And this year it’s Lisbon’s final, where history was made.
Barca’s stars admire us and know what to expect
They’ll show no fear, as will we, but each will have respect
But it’s Messi the magician, who commented on our hymns
Does the world’s best, deserves the post, of Honorary Tim?
In Milan it won’t be easy but it’s a team we shouldn’t fear
And if they try to slow things down, we’ll just step up a gear
Ballotelli comes to face us and brings Kaka, our old friend
We remember him from last time round, now it’s time to make amends.
In Amsterdam you’ll find us, when Ajax are our hosts,
It’s on the day our Club was formed and I’m sure there’ll be some toasts
They can play UEFA’s anthem on this special Euro night
But it’ll be drowned by Happy Birthday chants for the Bhoys in green and white.
The Big Cup’s competition is drawing ever near
It’s time to prime those vocal chords and let the world hear
Our European Opera, right here in Paradise
The stage is set, we’re ready now, so let the curtain rise.
I feel the hairs stand on my neck, the sweat upon my hands
My heart beats fast, I can’t stand still, I’m every Celtic fan
But when the tinkling ivories die on “You’ll Never Walk Alone”
And the people sing, with scarves held high, we’re all Kings upon our thrones.
We’re Glasgow Celtic’s extra man, the most faithful of all fans
Renowned wherever sport is played, throughout every land
Some stars have visibly wilted and we’ve cut giants down to size
In the dear green place called Glasgow, we’re at home in Paradise.
The Holy Poet.
Shakespeare, Hardy, MacNeice, Tennyson and the Holy Poet.
Thanks Brian and keep up with the stories, they’re brilliant. HH
HP
That sends my verses into oblivion. Good cheer for tonight even if it does little for jangling nerves and running waters.
Thanks.
H H
Are you kidding me on, your scripts are always worth a read. HH
Lovely stuff….
Here’s one I wrote a while back..
“The Bigot”
My name is the Bigot
Yes that’s what I am
Planting seed’s of hatred
Everywhere I can
Lowest of the low
I am a despicable man
My mouth drips pure poison
An arsehole that has ran
I crawl into your Forums
Disquised as a fan
And win,lose or draw
Your gettin it man
See I destroy all the good
That surrounds my own team
Pure Sectarian hatred
Is all that I scream
The honest supporter?
Well he don’t understand
That I do it all for him
Cause we own this land
They lot they are beggars,
Deviant’s and scum
For we arra peepelz
Who asked you to come?
Now go back tae yer tatties
Your old ancient home
There’s no place for you here
And there’s no Pope of Rome
I will see you all tomorrow
And the very next day
I’ll be spewing all my rhetoric
Till you all go away…
My name is The Bigot
I’m thee biggest fan
Of pure fuckin hatred
I destroy all I can.
Thanks Charlie, before I dive out the door, and wish I’d written this one too. HH
No probs my man hope you enjoy the game tonight and we get the right result…win lose or draw.
COYBIG
2 great poems. To Paraphrase Bobby Zee ‘You’re poets and you know it!’
Cheers Jon, HH
Lol Jon nioce one.
HH
New word?
nioce:
Like nice but with a much cooler accent.