Written on the event of the CelticQuickNews website being infiltrated by the dreaded Bosch from down Ibrox way.
And as I read with wandering thoughts of what the coming years would hold,
Lost in dreams of CQN as ambitious visions did unfold,
Like me I’m sure that most of you who post our inner hopes and prayers
Ignore those sad and stunted folk whose lives seem lost in woes and cares
who hope that ill befall each one who states our wishes on this site
instead of joining in the fun they sadly spout their verbal (I wonder what rhymes with site).
So behind me get, you evil hordes who hide your cloven foot with shoe,
Go mix some toads and frogs with spit, get up the close and sniff your glue,
Then pray to him who owns your souls who’s made your brains turn into slurry,
From Beelzebub, you’re Satan’s spawn, so say Seig-heil to Mr Murray.
2 comments:
My friend Estadio.
Break great works down, and you can find the wisdom of the ages.
"Ignore those sad and stunted folk whose lives seem lost in woes and cares".
This is my lesson for today - thank you.
Paul
I don't think you need any lessons!
Without CQN nothing that I have written would matter or possibly even exist!
Slán go foil!
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