THE HOLY POET
THE HOLY POET Poems
Our Special Gift
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.
Our priceless gift, received at birth and welcomed worldwide
A passport to a way of life and hallmarked Celtic Pride.
An acceptance to our family of which you are a part
You cannot buy its membership, it’s built into your heart.
We sing our songs with passion ‘til tears come to our eyes
But only those, who have the gift, ...
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.
Ibrox Park is crumbling, falling brick by brick
They thought they’d get away with it but that’s only cos they’re thick
Uncle Hector wants his dough and they’re running scared of him
And today he’s dressed in green and white cos Hector is a Tim.