Dear Wee Club in the North West,
Welcome to mediocrity and a new title race -
How to beat The Plebs into 7th place.
To going out of cups in the early rounds,
and playing home games in a half empty ground
For your fans are fickle... can't you see?
They won't travel from London now Spurs are top 3.
And here's to your home, The Theatre of Dreams,
soon to become...The Auditorium of Screams,
"Moyes out, Moyes out...Bring back that bloke with the massive red snout,
this new bloke is crap and he's never won owt,
we'll take back Sir Alex with his nose full of gout!"
The future's bright...but, the future is clear,
It's Chelsea or City for the next 20 years,
or maybe Spurs,
The Toon have more chance of top 4 than you!
So...here's to the fat one jumping ship, to Giggsy playing with a plastic hip,
to kids in Asia wearing City tops, to losing games at a rate of knots.
Here's to your fans and reality, no more Titles or Wem-ber-lee!
As Ferdinand tweets, 'still best in the land',
The Prawn Brigade claps in the empty stands.
And all Hail Moyes, 'The Chosen One'
and the return of Sir Alex for his failed swan-song.
For over time, Red turns to Blue and before you know it...
you're Everton too (except much shitter).
A fan of that Wee Club in the North East
AdepT wrote:A poem I picked up from the comment section on Guardian about crisis in MU.
Borusse wrote:No, you're just too young to appreciate his humour.
Borusse wrote:Best stand-up comedian that ever lived:
Borusse wrote:Still the best.
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