It Stinks!
¶ 1
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With Pompey on the brink
and just about to sink
I couldn’t help but think
that maybe football stinks.
¶ 2
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With a nudge and a wink
Rooney’s in the pink;
for Pompey barely a chink
of light as they sink
into football’s abyss.
¶ 3
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When Rooney blows a kiss
we can boo, we can hiss
or berate him for a miss,
but if you want the truth it’s this:
Rooney’s reeled us in.
¶ 4
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Pompey’s hopes look thin;
liquidation? It’s a sin.
Fans must ignore Wayne’s grin,
cheer, clap, make a din;
unite to save their club.
¶ 5
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Aye here’s the rub:
the gossip from the pub,
Wayne Rooney’s just a cub
whilst Pompey are the hub
of a proud community.
¶ 6
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We must save Portsmouth FC;
they’re a part of history;
for this I make this plea
to use future transfer fees
to save clubs in trouble.
¶ 7
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We must unite at the double,
scratching heads and manly stubble
to keep clubs from the rubble
so as not to burst their bubble.
Play up Pompey!
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