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There’s no club better

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There’s no club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.

The sad end to the season you’ve had,
you have every reason to feel bad.
But you’re amazing.
I mean it.
The grass ain’t greener elsewhere,
trust me, I’ve seen it.
I’d give everything to support a club like yours,
a team that plays for wins, not uneventful draws.

There’s no club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.
A team with a boss with a fake orange tan.

Your lads wore the stripes with pride this year
and went at League 2 with zero fear.
St. James Park was alive in style
As Tisdale and his staff went the extra mile.
Fourth ain’t first
but it could’ve been worse because

there’s NO club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.
A team with a boss with a fake orange tan.
A side with no defensive plan
or passion or voice within the stands.

Oh my days I’ll do whatever I can
to become a wonderful, brave, loyal,
handsome, awesome old Grecian.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

24/5/18 – Dylan

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Bob Dylan was alone.
He picked up his guitar
But was all out of ideas.

He searched for inspiration in his room
But all he saw was gloom.

Bob began to cry
And a tear from his right eye
Landed on C.

A tear fell from his left
And landed on B.
Another fell on D.

‘Still got it,’ Bob sniffed,
As he strummed his sad riff.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

23/5/18 – Collins

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Joan Collins wanted a hobby
So went all in with baking.

She bought flour and a tin
And a big wooden pin to get rolling.

Her first cake was an interesting feast,
Unconventional to say the least.

She didn’t believe in recipe books,
So ingredients included:
Eggs, hair and shavings of her foot.

© Carl Burkitt 2018