The Bhoys First game at home,  a new campaign

The beginning of  Neil Lennon’s glorious reign

The Celts started brightly, the pressure was on

The arabs undone, with four minutes gone.


A head down by Dan, a poke home from Stokes

It came aff his toe, his shin or his socks (pr.soaks)

United woke up, Jonny Russell boys a scrapper

He made it one all, I head for the crapper.


The Celtic were in no mood,  to be outdone

Gary Hooper nodded home, he makes it two one

Going in at the break, the games not yet dead

I ponder a chug, but see Houston’s bald head


A thundering finish from midfielder Ki,

The Korean strikes home, Sung Yeung makes it three.

United plough forward but the ball it breaks loose

Hooper’s one on one, a banker yer hoose


The shot fizzes past, the young Englishman’s down

All in the crowd, a hush goes around

A stretcher comes on,  he’s subbed for wee Shaun

He gallops around like a be-wildered fawn


The crowd was not finished, they wanted more

And up popped Joe Ledley, a tap in for four

What’s this I spot…oh no man alive

a bhoy with no neck – slots home to make five


A third win now, for Lennon no sweats

A Poles name rings out, it’s Zaluska in nets

Up next on Thursday, the Swiss mob Sion

I’m going on hope, with my Hooper tee on!




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