A Wee Poem

Oh the weather outside is frightful, the Killie result was so delightful,
Lennons top is sure to blow, let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Their point droppin' shows no signs of stoppin', our champagne corks are a poppin,
we´ve still no got any dough, 3 in a row 3 in a row 3 in a row


Merry Christmas Everyone! WATP!!

 

Merry Xmas

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Well **** every single one of you (not you bollo or rocket as I've just seen you reply. but you wombat you're too late ****ychops)

 

Start editing again ya **** !

P.s If you post an updated version of this poem then you are agreeing that you are a fetid arselicker who sticks baseball bats up his arse !!

 

updated version...

The weather outside is frightful
the Killie result was delightful
Lennons top is sure to blow
let it snow let it snow let it snow

Well, Wee Lenny was feeling bitter
When Hooper had missed a sitter
Then we all heard his ligament go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Their fans have started crying
because their title bid is dying
lennon will have to go
let it snow let it snow let it snow

Dropped points show no sign of stopping
our champagne corks are popping
weve still not got any dough
3in a row 3in a row 3in a row

 

Thought so !!