There once was a fella called ´Not´ To whom we all owe quite a lot, He had the foresight To help put things right When the old 606 went to pot An oasis there in the sands For thousands of footballing fans, To meet and debate And sometimes berate Their beloved team or their clans This is still one of those few boards Visited regularly by hoards, And should there be times With no prose or rhymes May not mean it´s time to cross swords For people will leave, that´s a fact And time´s slow, if action has lacked, But that doesn´t mean New yellow and green Won´t join, with their views neatly packed For Mr. Not and this, his site The future still seems very bright, And such is the way Of the footballing day There´ll always be something to write. OTBC - INIT