‘Arry dumped
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Poor ol’ ‘Arry
Dumped
When so recently
He was plumped
As future
National boss
Now this double loss
Has him nonplussed
But no sense
Of disgust
Just sorrow
That come tomorrow
It’s the dole…
And the greasy pole
Of dismissal
Has him looking….
Perhaps Partick Thistle?
He says he
“doesn’t hold grudges”
But as Levy nudges
‘Arry out the door
He enters into lore
And the Spurs’ fans
Turn to conjecture
As we ask ‘em….
Who they gonna get yer?
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