Celtic Season Ticket

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I was born to be Celtic emerald my soul
And Parkhead will always be my true home
I will meet with my friends and we’ll share a jar
With the grandest the tims who meet at Baird’s Bar
And the huns will be down on their knees deep in prayer
But its silent at Ibrox for the Almighty’s not there
He stands well wrapped up in the green white and gold
And a Celtic season ticket He proudly holds.



Emerald Ghirl 2003

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/celtic-season-ticket/