Wherewillawrapeepilgo? Poem by THE HOLY POET

They will not play The Champions league but could face Peterhead
No disrespect to Peterhead but that's what happens when you're dead.
HMRC opposed you and threw out your CVA
Liquidation's what you have but Greenie's here to play.
Playing with that plan of his, to send you down the drain
Then buying up your assets, to cause you much more pain
No-one ever trusted, the guy with just one suit
The man that now owns Murray Park and your stadium to boot.
Duff and Phelps agreed a price, still to be finalised
But Greenie's there to kill you off, you're only paralysed
And once his motley crew comes in, the cronies he's on board
They'll sell the lot then rub their hands and leave these Scottish shores.
Showed fervent fans disloyalty, just a conman doing the rounds
And the debts paid were deposits, to secure your park and ground.
They scavenged every crevice and upturned every stone
Then buried all history, yes, they stripped you to the bone.
Ally's argued with the Green man and nearly walked away
But now that Wattie's made a bid, will that make Sally stay?
A bid when it's already bought, that sounds a wee bit strange
But hey! That's just Walter's way but Green thinks he's deranged.
You're gone forever, you are no more, resigned to history.
And you won't play in The SPL, you're in Division Three
You think you are the chosen ones because you praise the Crown
And other fans don't want you in their towns or grounds.