They think they’re the champions, think they’re the best
But the name that they’re using was long put to rest,
St Valentine blessed them before they went down
But still they hung to hope and can’t let go that crown.
They stitched up their queen and installed a mad King,
And thought this messiah, more fortunes would bring
But the jewels from this guy have yet to be shown
He’s only there for himself, just him, him alone.
But they still show devotion and turn up en masse
All painted and clad for their own mardi-gras
Is his wealth just like Whyte’s or is his radar in range
Or do they not want to see their new King is deranged
And when Newcastle calls for their debt to be paid
Will that be the day Sevco’s last game is played?
Messiah on messiah confuse promise with hope
How long have they left and what length is that rope?
The Holy Poet.
Okay, thats funny!
Up a long ladder and down a short rope, to hell with the sevco and God Bless The Pope…… COYBIG+
A’la Clancy Brothers.
We think we have problems with our lot till you look at thems.the SFA and FIFA ,can anyone confirm that the Torry Peer is a part time Marist Brother and that PL is Marys boy child cause every time i hear his name mentiond thats what follows.
The Holy Poet, That was inspirational.
Reminds me of my favourite poem about Victorian attitudes towards the ‘insane’ :
Aloft, in the loft
Sat Croft
He is soft.
So here’s my modern version re. DCK:
Atop of the bing sits King
He has no Bling.
I once got lifted by Strathclyde’s finest
Horrible Hun fucks who weren’t the nicest,
I got the last laugh, the Celts won 3-1
Not a good day for the current buns.
A court appearance and a fifty pound fine
We pumped them so fuck it, I didn’t mind,
The judge said ” Monti, you can’t shout up the ‘ RA “,
As l left the dock I whispered ‘ Tiocfaidharla’!
Monti, that should be on the reading list for Higher English curriculum. 🙂
Lol
Like it Monti.Good stuff.
Cheers!
Brilliant Monti
Thanks Holy Poet, I enjoyed your efforts as well!
There was a man named White
Who didn’t appear too bright
On Valentine’s Day
All us Celts went way-hey!!!
And the hun club disappeared from sight.
By the way Funkyy…that’s fekking awful!!! lol
Not bitter enough Funkyy, get some profanity in there…
Thanks for posting HH
the huns are died now thats fucking poetry ha ha
Brilliant poem Holy Poet.
There was a young man called Craig
Who passed himself off as a taig
Did the job far too well
Soon to be stuck in a cell
With Charlie and Davie and the rest of the hun filth.
very good Monti,and every word spelled correct,lol