THE HOLY POET Poems

In the year we won the treble and the RFC went bust
We opened up our floodgates whilst theirs collected rust
The league is now devalued or so we've heard them claim
But the Green Brigade just partied as they always do at games.
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I can’t explain to lesser men, they just don’t comprehend
What I feel within my heart, they’ll never understand
We’re more than just a football club, much more than a team
With a richness money cannot buy and that others only see in dreams.
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We all know Lewis Carroll was a little partial to cocaine
But he'd have trouble dreaming this one up, it's way beyond insane.
The exodus is gathering pace with yet more walking out
They're dead but they're still drowning with the newco now in doubt.
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They came over in their thousands
starving and deprived
Destitute and penniless,
these Irish were denied
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He looked like something from the past,
People mocked but he laughed last
From Canada, back home he came
To buy our club and keep the name
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Henke was slim but strong as an ox
And his pace was so quick that once in the box,
You'd gamble your mortgage, you felt it a cert
That wee Henke Larsson'd hit the back of the net.
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His antics on the sidelines are that of many fans
Speaking out or standing fast but all he gets is bans.
These are his emotions and the passion that he feels
And he pays again with deathly threats which most find so surreal.
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Mr. Murray isn’t silly, he’s just keeping out of sight
And letting dear old Craigie boy deal with all his *****
Insolvency’s the latest craze that’s sweeping Glasgow town
And just like every other scam, those lads won’t let us down.
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They moan if there’s some trouble and complain if there is not
They criticise the songs we sing and the players we’ve just bought
They say there’s too much passion then say we’ve lost our pride
But the truth is they’re just jealous of two wee teams on the Clyde.
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He’d quietly go about his job and be up the crack of dawn
Then halfway through the morning shift, he’d just say, “Right, I’m gone”
And he’d fly to mass in Paradise, singing out the Hymns
But not the kind you’ll hear in church, they’re songs of famous Tims!
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