Red Alert.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He said he wasn’t worth the money,
now his comment is not so funny.
He left and went across the city,
and scoring goals oh what a pity!
How much did he pay for Berbatov?
alas it seems it has not paid off.
And too for Michael he is not crowin’
as a goal scorer he’s still owein’
Only Rooney to carry the flag,
in his wake, alas the others sag.
The hands of time they slowly erode,
we start to falter where we once strode
Is it time for this canny Scotch man
to watch and become a football fan.



No natural goal poacher on show
Is it time to put the Glasgow Mean Time watch away.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/red-alert/