There was a young man called May
Who was reluctant to give up his pay
Along came St Johnstone, who were offered a deal
Till their Manger Wright he started to squeal
And noo we're stuck with Main.
There was a young man called May
Who was reluctant to give up his pay
Along came St Johnstone, who were offered a deal
Till their Manger Wright he started to squeal
And noo we're stuck with Main.
One day back in 1903
The Dons joined the community
In the late August sun
In their thousands they would come
On the terraces singing "Stand Free"
There once was a team so boring,
They never ever looked like scoring,
They kicked it so high,
Up into the sky,
The fans spent the whole game snoring.
Limerick's nae really your thing Aldo?
I didn't sit that class.
There was a manager called McInnes
Who really was something to witness
He was unbelievably jammy
And even browner than that hun Jimmy
But things started to get gloomy
When he sold Adam Rooney
And then it got worse when we lost Hayes
That really left him with no praise
But that still didn't stop him getting a fucking raise
There once was a player called McMaster,
Who had a moustache made of plaster,
With a wallet of dough,
To Codonas Waltzers he would go,
And he`d scream till they pushed him much faster
Nae Mair Neeps said the site needed some gimmicks
So he asked us to all make some Limericks
Many wanted McInnes sacked
Then Pittodrie would be packed
With all the returning pant p!sher pr!cks
McInnes to be sacked is the rumour
Likened to a cancerous tumor
Sets his teams up with fear
Sideway passes we jeer
How much longer will we suffer this zoomer
Last edited by Heed_Don_In; 27-08-2019 at 10:52 AM.
The Dons have a manager whos a hun,
Watching his brand of fitba was not fun,
The entertainment was so thin,
My season tickets ended up in the bin,
Now im watching lower leagues with my son