This Be The Curse

"He fucking IS better than Ngog" 

In some sort of shite exclusive, the poetic ramblings of Adam Bushby and Rob MacDonald (because we were bored at work).

This Be The Curse

They fuck you up, do Yeovil and Hull.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They tempt you with their lascivious pull

And then concede at quarter to.



But we were done in by the ref

By fools with old-style flags, the jokes,

Who half the match seemed fucking deaf

And half as blind as Berti Vogts



Fan hands on misery to fan

Bloated and distorted by the spring.

Forsake the Bovril and three-match bans

And take up fucking cycling.



An anthology of our rip-offs of famous poems will be available from all good bookshops in the Autumn.