Who Are Yer?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 D’yer remember down in that northern town
When the boys last played away
Did I tell you though we lost today
It’ll all work out okay?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Good times are round the corner
I can feel it in me bones
Surely fate will kindly shine down on us
Away and then at home

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Fickle folk who laugh and joke
At what are called real fans
Get on their bikes and disappear
When the proverbial hits the fan

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When the programme notes are boring
As boring as the team
It’s not us who are snoring
Cos we still harbour dreams

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When the motorway seems endless
Yer defence is showing cracks
Yer never ever friendless
When yer cheering on the chaps

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Though her indoors might think you crazy
Week in week out defeats
Is she jealous of the love you share
With a bunch of blokes / birds she never meets?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When that time has come when its gone past fun
And yer stood there near to tears
When that joke you thought yer saviour
Is driving you to beer

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 When things are bad the season’s endless
Yet you still manage to show up
You can understand why blokes have benders
Drowning sorrow in their cups

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Yer working week seems so oblique
With ridicule and jest
Everybody’s up for joshing you
But you still stand the test

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Saturday comes the tiniest crumbs
You’d take from this one game
That make you think its getting better
All thanks to what’s ‘is name

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 When the interval comes calling
You only see the good
Though the other sides fans are galling
Pointing out that you’re no good

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 A bad word said about yer team
Is a personal attack
Despite it all you still stand up
For that cumbersome full back

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Will you wilt like out of season blades of grass
Yellow dry and wan
Or will you swallow yer pie dry yer eyes and get on with it
Cos you’re a die hard football fan?





Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/who-are-yer/