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NUFC, RIP

Mark Niel

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent Lawrenson from barking with his northern drone.
Silence the pundits and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribble the message, “The Magpies are Dead”,
Put crepe bows round the necks of Owen and Shearer,
The fall from grace couldn’t be any clearer.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 They were my North, my East not South or West ,
My working week and my Sunday rest.
The end of the Toon playing in the top flight
As seasons go, this one was sh..ocking.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought they would last for ever: I was wrong.
Accustomed to failures in both league and cup,
Add insult to injury because Sunderland stayed up!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Let me drown in despair: I have every reason
All is darkness and death until the start of next season

Notes

Newcastle are my team. This was written when they were demoted from the Premier League in 2009.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/nufc-rip/