Toby the Rhymedog
Resurrected
Greetings, friends and fellow posters,
Put a slice of white bread in your toasters,
I hope you'll be grinning
At the ends, middles, beginnings
Like Chico's mar when you spit-roast her
Though there hasn't been reason for cheer,
We become Wigan with each passing year,
The Wankdorf makes noise,
But let's bum these Young Boys,
And keep their cheese as souvenirs
Santa, don't forget that I asked you
For a half-decent winger to pass to,
Though I did get my wish,
For an injury list,
That has Hibbert, Osman and Atsu
Roberto, I hate to sound needy,
Gone, the days of Kevin Sheedy,
Ross will be king,
But not out on the wing,
FFS, just play Aiden McGeady
And what of our neighbours in red?
It seems that their form has just fled,
Brendan knows about fleeing,
He left his wife after seeing
Greener grass in his receptionist's bed
So to all of you, friends, I hold dear,
Raise a glass of Stevie G's tears,
We'll start playing ball,
'Til then I wish you all
A very, very happy New Year
Put a slice of white bread in your toasters,
I hope you'll be grinning
At the ends, middles, beginnings
Like Chico's mar when you spit-roast her
Though there hasn't been reason for cheer,
We become Wigan with each passing year,
The Wankdorf makes noise,
But let's bum these Young Boys,
And keep their cheese as souvenirs
Santa, don't forget that I asked you
For a half-decent winger to pass to,
Though I did get my wish,
For an injury list,
That has Hibbert, Osman and Atsu
Roberto, I hate to sound needy,
Gone, the days of Kevin Sheedy,
Ross will be king,
But not out on the wing,
FFS, just play Aiden McGeady
And what of our neighbours in red?
It seems that their form has just fled,
Brendan knows about fleeing,
He left his wife after seeing
Greener grass in his receptionist's bed
So to all of you, friends, I hold dear,
Raise a glass of Stevie G's tears,
We'll start playing ball,
'Til then I wish you all
A very, very happy New Year
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