Lovely poem from the heartRoses are red
I’ve got a cough
Hey, Neil Critchley
It’s time to f*ck off
Your reference to “number 2’s” seems quite apt....Some supporters deluded
Think Critch the Messiah
Using his tactics
Won't get any higher
Got no number 2's
Worth any salt
And in interviews says
Always the players fault
A new man at the helm
Is needed we're blue
So come on Simon
It's over to you
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Some of our Fans
Ain’t got a Clue
Neil is the Best
But his Squad isn’t so
So We need to start spunking
Plenty of Dough
What a beautiful poem .Roses are red
I’ve got a cough
Hey, Neil Critchley
It’s time to f*ck off