how i see it- Feebs poem accumulator

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Poem To Jimmy and Jack.

There’s room on the bench side of Jimmy,
To leave my heart, my scarf, and my dreams.
There’s room on the bench side of Jimmy,
For the memories of my football team.

There’s room on the bench side of Jimmy,
But it will never be the same,
For the sun has stopped shining upon us
Down at meadow Lane.

I was here long before Jimmy,
And I am here long after he’s gone,
But perhaps it’s better, that he’s not here,
than to witness this - our final swansong.

So blindfold his eyes with my black and white scarf
this is something I don’t want him to see,
that Notts County, down by the old River Trent
are now just a old chaps distant memory

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The Darling Buds of May

Gone and changed me name
Cos me old one was ****
Im a streetwise n-g--r
And I’ve been around a bit
now I wear a suit
But im still a thieving git
And I want to run your football club

I fixed up Mank’y pensioners
Then got put away
Just call me mr big time, another Ronnie Cray
Im coming round to your town
im the darling buds of May
roll up and buy your season ticket.

I got sussed out by a bloke
who worked for’T Mirror
He ruined Old AH's plan
So I didn’t get me dinner
I better find some punters quick
Fore I get any thinner
Then I’ll F’off back to Manchester.

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Ilkeston Lament

Never Trust a man from Ilkestun
its like giving a baby a loaded ****gun.
_ _ _
Loyal Fans

Should I worry, should I care ,
**** for brains, Long distance stare
Alan Hardy will get us there
Supporters evermore.

Never question, never ask
Don’t saddle yourself with such a task,
Half time programme , half time flask,
There’s a sheep behind that grotesque mask,
We’re the black n White Army..

So Get yourself down to meadow lane,
Whatever division, its all the same,
your moneys all gone down the drain ,
through plenty of angst and lots of pain,
We must be keen, as we’d do it again ,
Or just straight forward feckin barmy.
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Sitting with the Vultures

Sitting/waiting with the vultures
To pick a carcase clean
Its a dinner for us lot,
But to others its obscene
We treat all supporters as though they were green
Whilst Waiting for the old club to die.

We tell them its all secret,
Feed them s**t as it’s a fact,
But one can tell the difference,
Non disclosure act,
They don’t know who they blaming ,
even if they do react,
Whilst waiting for the old club to die.

We bide our time, chaps,
There’s Contracts to be won,
Building to be carried out,
Capitalistic scum.
Never done a days work, just sitting on me bum,
Whilst waiting for their old club to die.

So we’re Sitting with the vultures on’t toppa shed,
Just biding our time waiting to be fed,
Have you heard Chaps that theres a killin’ on,
Notts Countys almost dead...soon be gone.
Just waiting for the old club to die.
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