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
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
