Post by ruby obergthe pannie poet on Jan 4, 2007 18:09:21 GMT
it's saturday,futba day,wir awa ti watch the gowfers play.at laing park,it's no the same,as gettig on a bus awa fae hame.as soon as wi leave the banter starts,the backseat and thir wa paper chant.wi reach the pub git aff the bus,git the beers up it's time fir lunch.round efter round happy n merry,it's auld joes turn wi hiz drunken perty.stop wir yir da'ing place yir bets,odds on favourite ti da it again.6 lagers,vodka n coke,ge'iz a tray,joe,thats a joke.here he goes walking the tightrope,concentrating like mad,yi dinna hae a hope.crash bang wallop the pub errupts,at this rate joe y'ill be bankrupt.it's kickaff time watch the game,45 minutes later wir at it again.beer vodka rum n coke,that the "dukes"drunken bloke.magners lager vodka n gin,the bar staff shout oh pack it in.staggering oot fir the second half,try ti watch the game but instead hae a laugh.raid the peh hut soak up the drink,space hopper bladder im on the brink.wots that smell somebody mutters,it's auld joe we,a fish supper.whar'd yi git that wi shout in disbelief,i jumped in a taxi nae bather ti me.before wi ken it the games oor,find the bus ti tak wi hame.a happy bus full o cheer,lets get hame fir another beer.but somebody ewiz spoilz it to an art,it's young al,begining ti fart.he sits thir we a happy smile,if wid git aff the bus wid run a mile.chemical warfare mustard gas,it's no fair plug that xxxx(backside).the hat goes roond fir the drivers treat,but some auld godgers gid on ti sleep.this is the life o a gowfers fan,the day though went according ti plan.wi arrive at the toon that wi call hame,roll on 2weeks saturday fir the next awa game.
