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POEM 1: there
was a wee man from ulster who simply hated the
scumsters
hed head off on the p & o
just to see bowyer and co
at the match he'd scream and screech
and afterwards go to the beech
its a wee pub in leeds and the
folk there are all off their heeds
whether we won or were shite the
fellas still bought him a pint
they sing about revie and bremner
and asked him if he could remember
the days when leeds were on top
when we were simply cream of the crop
he says he's to young to say that
he can remember lorimer and gray
and away he goes to the shop to
buy the new away top
POEM 2: elland road at
five to three out come the lads we all love to
see
at the other end is that pile
of shite we all love hate they should all be shot
and used as fish bait
its the bastards with two ugly
sisters and chadwicks face is full of blisters
the scum lead one nil and and
in the changing rooms blood will spill
its the second half and vidukas
found a path to score past that eyesore
his name is fabian and by fuck
he's a bad one
now the scores one each and in
the kop they dance but poor alex ferguson he's
pissing his pants
on comes batty he's off the bench
I wonder who he'll lynch
he targets roy keane and smashes
his face the manure are all over the place
so leeds attack while kelly sits
back cause lets be fair robbie jackson scores
more often I swear
smith gives it to kewell he keeps
his nerve and swings it in with a lethal swerve
big jaap knows he's in a trap
and he slips and breaks his leg and heres bowyer
with his right peg
they cunts tried all they're dirty
deeds to stop they mighty leeds
but they couldn't do it the lads
never blew it
cause we are fucking LEEDS
POEM 3: roy carroll I hate
you cause you've signed for the scum I hope sammy
makes taylor of Fulham his new number one
I almost hate you as much as neil
lennon the ginger monkey you've brought disgrace
to our wonderful country
I don't want no fucking red whinger
turning out at our beloved windsor
we might be crap but so are you
at least david healy knew what to do
I hope you enjoy being preserved
in man ushited's fucking reserves
and if you do you'll leave raimond
smartin but maybe you'll not cause your no nigel
martyn
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