Raith Days a Week
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Dougal’s auld and wrinkled Nan
sitting hame in Fife
complained, “Kirkca’dy’s foo’ball team
has taken o’er m’ gran’son’s life..
Talks o’ naught but ‘Rovers’,
th’ main thought in his head,
an’ prob’ly dreams abou’ ’em too
at night asleep in bed…”
She consulted a Psychologist
who analysed the situation
concluding, “This condition can be cured
by Alphabetic Mind Manipulation..”
He counselled Dougal twice a week
and after six months therapy
told Nan, “He’ll follow foo’ball noo
only on days beginnin’ wi’ ‘T’..
Is tha’ nae reet eh Dougal,
’tis all cut an’ dried
when y’ll think abou’ Raith Rovers??”
to which the boy replied,
“Aye, T’day, T’morrow, Tuesday,
Th’ nex’ day an’ Thursday too,
Triday, Thaturday, Thunday
I’ll support th’ lads in blue!!!”
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