Remember The Alamo Poem by THE HOLY POET

Smith's pulled out, he'll bid no more
But asked the fans to put their weight
Behind the man he slagged to death
It's still a mess, a bloody state.
No change there, I hear you say

First he says boycott all sales
And send old Greenie down the road
Now he backs Green to the hilt
More U-turns than a highway code.
Still the same old Bears.

We thought the old club much maligned
You're dead and heading to the Third
Tarred and Brush spring to my mind
With not one apologetic word
Integrity will win.

They'll boycott you wherever you go
As fans show chairmen grit and steel
You've united fans across this land
Whilst Greenie sniffs out dodgy deals
The forked tongue strikes again.

Courting chairmen, charming calls,
A lenient line for all their crimes?
He grovels to their better side
Pathetic! Serve your bloody time.
All sympathies have gone.

Pointing fingers to the past
A simple sorry, so hard to say.
The past has gone your future's cast
Roll on the 4th your Judgement Day
Let dignity prevail.

Gather round and make your call
Your chairmen linked by traits and feats
We can survive without Club 12
Liars, conmen, crooks and cheats.
Welcome to your Alamo.

The Holy Poet.