We know it's three games, we're not dumb, we're not stupid,
it's better then lager or an arrow from cupid.
We dreamed of this start it couldn't really be better?
No real battles, no frights, and we're already pace setters.
The score says 2-0, but it was won with much ease,
and we all strolled home, really happy and pleased,
It could have been more, we could have doubled the score,
only real disappointment there were no screamers from Bore.
The ref turned down a cert pen down, god knows how that got missed,
a half time brandy, not tea, must have got him half pissed.
In the end no one bothered, no one gave a real shit,
as the gaffers new line up proves to be a big hit,
Tougher matches to come, if not Monday in the weeks shortly after,
but the fans cheering rises, bouncing of the grounds rafters.
Seven from nine is much better than six,
it puts us right up there, right in the mix,
Three points today, and we'll look at the table,
sleeping better at night knowing we're now far more able,
to mount a real challenge, worse ways, stay near the top,
then chuckle at neighbours so close to the drop,
If they stay free of injury then who knows where we'll be,
this time in September, at Xmas, even Feb-u-a-ry,
Even pre-season pessimism from naughty 40's and co (
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are now all forgotten, as "we're world beaters and all had a go'
All the knives sharpened for Drury and Lee just before him,
remain hidden and blunted, as failure looks slim,
David Newton's actually smiling, dare he think that the dream,
of his club and promotion could be sealed by this team,
if they do, can you conjure, that day and that scene,
where his smile will grow wider, like the cat with the cream
Our trip up to Ferriby where we'll all meet up later,
will surely tell us much more if that chance has got greater.
Ten points from twelve, now that would be a coup,
and even KON and green hats forced into conceding, that will definitely do!!!
