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Investiture

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There once was a fellow called Little Jim
Who came when times were looking grim
He was our secret new investor
Nothing like that deal with Leicester

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Brians pal he’d known for years
He met the fans, allayed their fears
Paid the wages, FIFA 2
A decent chap we could construe

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Then Aidan Tynan, new GM
dopey dogs he did condemn
how did our club, this chap induce
Our saviour? Or the hangmans noose?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Sherlock Xtreme had dug real deep
One name appeared at every sweep
A Swindon fan then set us straight
Little Jim now knockin at their gate

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Take Swindon over? Our chairman vice?
He then resigned, so what’s the dice?
Investment rolled into Arkaga?
That’s all we need, another saga

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So did they own us all along?
Why only now a different song?
Excuse me but I ain’t being funny
Do they really expect to make some money?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 There’s 2 ways now to view our pickle
For every fan, the staunch or fickle
Oppose, protest, go make your stand
Or wait and see the “promised land”?

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Notes

Cork Citys “personal” investor and vice chairman has rolled his investment into an Investment Fund and is now Swindons new chairman. This investment Fund now own the club and say they are prepared to bankroll us to the tune of 40M, too good to be true?, we’ll have to wait and see.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/investiture/