Talk Is Cheap. Poem by THE HOLY POET

Charles! Talk. He knows it all but Charles will not talk.
Sally can't for if he does, he'll be surely asked to walk.
Walter! Well of course he would, he'd speak for every Ranger
Yet failed to oust the tyrant Green then welcomed in the stranger!
Green killed them off with one foul blow, Rangers club had died
Now only bricks and mortar live where an institution thrived.
Their hypothetical ashes, now scattered roaming free
Did Mother Glasgow weep for them? If she did we did not see.
The tears of fans flowed freely as news came of their death
Whilst others choked on laughter they couldn't catch their breath.
And just come in, important news, another Rangers' scandal
Another day, another joke, how much can they mishandle?
You fear rejection from the SPL as you're hated throughout Scotland
So your plan is to buy out Bury and base yourselves in England
You'll buy their league spot, play English league, but play your games in Glasgow
You conceited little Yorkshire man, how can you stoop so low
So arrogant and audacious but money's one dimensional
This wasn't thought of just last night, it's always been intentional
To bury Glasgow Rangers and please excuse the pun
But if Scotland doesn't want your fans, why won't England shun
Those who abide by self made laws, who demolish and despise
Every ground you play at and despite your late demise
You'll carry on as always, no matter where you play
Scotland's had their fill of you; now let England be your prey.
………..and even they won't have you!

The Holy Poet.