West London's Csc's Day Out. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

West London's Csc's Day Out.



It’s early morning, I awake
Not even 6, before daybreak.
I’ve packed my passport, can’t forget,
First time, expelled by Easyjet!

From London Heathrow, we will go
Our club trip up to Glasgow.
The Marriott is where we’ll stay
Thirty strong, our biggest day.

We meet at seven, flight’s at nine,
Have a beer, that goes down fine.
A beer just now? It’s far too early!
Shut up and drink he was told sternly!

We’ve all checked in and take our seats
And well behaved, no dodgy feats.
There’s an old tradition to uphold:
To behave like Celtic fans of old.

It’s only December, the trip’s in May
But behave we must, the Celtic way.
Our reputation’s known worldwide
We wear the green and white with pride.

We’ve won the cups and all awards, .
Not only here but when abroad.
The locals there don’t shirk and hide
Instead they play us,5-a-side!

They make us all feel so at home.
It’s just like a Scottish welcome.
We have a laugh, a drink and sing
With locals joining in dancing.

I digress, go off on tangents so I’m told
The last trip was so bitterly cold,
Stuck up high above the Gods
We all went home, wee frozen sods!

Talking of Gods, we went to heaven
The restaurant there, called No Seven.
I only hope it’s still the same
For there we’ll dine before the game.

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