**swings in**




In realms of thrones, where power's fought,

The bozos, sneaky, are a wretched lot.

They scheme and snivel, whispering low,

With transfer rumours that nobody knows,

And at Edward Compton's feet they grovel and show.

Their goal is subversion, a treacherous art,

With silly remarks that tear worlds apart.

They wail and wet the bed all night,

Terrified of the right back's might.


But a hero arrives, with purpose and grace,

To end the bozos' unholy race.

He'll crush them all, with valour and might,

From dusk's dim glow to morning's light.

With midnight courts, they'll know their end,

The Analfield lovers, forced to unbend.
 
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