...

Stop all the waffle, the boardroom is the hub,
Prevent the cook from ruining, our beloved club.
Silence Mr Munby and with yellow scarves,
Bring out your pitchfork before they get our hearts.

Let crows circle sqwarking overhead,
Symbolically showing the message of our death.
Put green and yellow bows around the Carrow Road gates
Letting onlookers see we finally met our fate.

City was my North my South, My East and West.
My Tuesday Week and Saturday Best!
My Noon, My Midnight, My Talk My Song,
I thought that we would last forever ? I was wrong

The players are not ours now, send back every one.
Pack up the Goal posts, we?ll not see another croft run.
Put away the champagne, and with it all the glass;
Memories of a club once premiership in class.

By Me

Appologies to W H Auden (Stop all the clocks)

Posted By: Tony Martin on May 13th 2009 at 11:25:14

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There once was a gaffer called Gunn, (NCFC) - jafski, May 13, 11:19:29
- ... (NCFC) - Tony Martin, May 13, 11:25:14
  - V. Good. (n/m) (NCFC) - jafski, May 13, 11:38:52
    - cheers - wrote it for the comp on the pinkun (NCFC) - Tony Martin, May 13, 11:45:42
      - Which comp? (n/m) (NCFC) - jafski, May 13, 11:46:44
        
        they did a competition on the pinkun msgboard a week or two ago (n/m) (NCFC) - Tony Martin, May 13, 11:49:06
        
        Her ya got a link boy? (n/m) (NCFC) - jafski, May 13, 11:51:22

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