Rfc To Rip? Poem by THE HOLY POET

In the year we won the treble and the RFC went bust
We opened up our floodgates whilst theirs collected rust
The league is now devalued or so we've heard them claim
But the Green Brigade just partied as they always do at games.

Even after fines and bans, they still spew out their bile
When legends begged, please stop this, to the Rangers rank and file
King Billy's gone; The Boyne's gone, now so have Wylde and Celik
And you'll soon be paving gardens with your famous Ibrox bricks!

We're not exactly innocent but we've cleaned up our act
And we didn't need the SFA to deal us a dodgy pact
You may lose the leagues and trophies from 1995
And if King Billy hadn't set a tax, your club would still be live.

Come forth with all your millions, don't run away and hide
Angry fans have paid their dues to watch a winning side
But the heart's been ripped right out of them, each game ends in defeat
And the tabloids that once praised you, now don't even send a tweet!

If your club can't find a buyer for a business that's so hollow
What will you do, where will you go, who will you Follow Follow?
Three grand a day on admin costs, We Arra Peepil know
They've 3 days to find a buyer or there'll be no more Ibrox shows.