A Lost Rabbie Poem

[Guest bigda]

Shuggie Whyte

An ode to the club followed by haggis munching rabbie burns fans

 

Nae twa happ’nies, short ae cash

no allowed tae sing the sash

... and in my plans i didnae vector

for a visit from wee hector,

so oota here a’ll huvtae scurry

or ma names no David Murray

because wae him I’ve been so lax

so he caught me fiddlin tax

afore ma schemes are aw laid bare

a’ll need tae find a billionare

but only sell to wan who’s right

aw *expletive removed* aw that there’s craigy whyte

so while a flee tae my french hame

he can stay a take the blame

and take the Rangers for a ride

even though disqualified

though told the court he can’t remember

just last week,and in November

Then companies House says “Craig,just haud itâ€

remember now your books to audit

i’ll jist haud oan said Craig tae thee

Am waitin for the FTT

And at my ankles like a dog

There’s posters oan this pesky blog

Who’ve cottoned oan tae aw ma acts

and started gee’n oot aw the facts

no mentioned in the scottish press

bout how we’re in this awfy mess

who’ve gee’n me such an easy ride

Thanks a million Radio Clyde

RTC’s woke up the nation

Receivership,administration

Baillifs liftin aw oor wares

Headin doon the marble stairs

and as the final key is turned

oor history is all but burned

no longer heard from spire and steeple

“NO SURRENDERâ€

We were Ra Peepil.