Is This The End? The Saga Continues................ Poem by THE HOLY POET

He's Motherwell's Del boy, whealing and dealing
But this time he's had it, allegedly stealing
What he got for a pound was a licence to kill
And he just set about on his life's greatest thrill.

Intent on his journey he sacked the old board
Then tucked all the cash in his own secret horde
But one man was watching his every move
And that man's called Hector and his guilt he will prove.

At a court in Auld Reekie, they tendered a line
Please save us from Hector, we can't pay our fine
Administration is the word that they used
And the blue side of Glasgow felt hurt and abused.

The rich and the famous wouldn't put up their wealth
So the funeral date is their glorious twelfth
He sold out the club, the fans and the ground
Thirty pieces of silver; No it was only a pound!

Do we play the death march as they lay down to rest
And what of the badge they wear on their chest?
Were they 'Ready' for this one, well we all could see
That big hollow coffin, marked Rangers FC.

A sneak, liar and cheat, with no place to hide
It's because of his greed, Glasgow Rangers have died
But it's jelly and ice cream for us Bhoys tonight
And the dress theme for all is to wear green and white.

The Holy Poet.