chorley_fm
28-02-2010, 01:24 PM
A wee Hibs poem, sent by a friend
First it was massive with thousands of stairs
Old men with caps on, young guys in their flares
It has seen Barca and Real Madrid
Then they chooped in in half and stuck on a lid
From that day onward the East Stand was born
Sometimes amazing, sometimes forlorn
It sung Frankie Sauzee and Keith, Keith, Keith
Glory to the Hibees and Sunshine on Leith
It has seen two league cups, come back full of bubbly
It laughed when Steve Fulton got booked for being ugly
It told Wallace Mercer to go kiss our ass
It wept when Joe Baker knelt down on the grass
My mates and your mates, to name but a few
Were doing the bounce as we ****ed them 6-2
But now it is changing, a good thing I think
As long as its green, not bus shelter pink
If I could name it, I'd put in a bid,
Theres only one choice......'The Sir Albert Kidd'
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First it was massive with thousands of stairs
Old men with caps on, young guys in their flares
It has seen Barca and Real Madrid
Then they chooped in in half and stuck on a lid
From that day onward the East Stand was born
Sometimes amazing, sometimes forlorn
It sung Frankie Sauzee and Keith, Keith, Keith
Glory to the Hibees and Sunshine on Leith
It has seen two league cups, come back full of bubbly
It laughed when Steve Fulton got booked for being ugly
It told Wallace Mercer to go kiss our ass
It wept when Joe Baker knelt down on the grass
My mates and your mates, to name but a few
Were doing the bounce as we ****ed them 6-2
But now it is changing, a good thing I think
As long as its green, not bus shelter pink
If I could name it, I'd put in a bid,
Theres only one choice......'The Sir Albert Kidd'
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