GAS LIMERICKS

GAS LIMERICKS

There was once a Gas man named Gerry Who, our hopes of Div Two, did bury We stayed in the Third Which was so absurd So the Gasheads instead got merry	There was a manager named Thommo Who, when we went down, showed sorrow Yet despite his hard work Was replaced by that jerk Whose tactics are hard to swallow	On his return to the Mem, Metal Mick Was abused by the fans who are thick They once sang his name During Holloway's reign. Such insults at Evans are sick
Micky Evans, Geoff Dunford did blame For being a poor signing; a shame But Geoff shouldn't say That bad Mick did play After all, it's only a game!	"I'm not playing the Latvian, that's final" Said Francis, in a state of denial. But Vitas is great And is now in a state 'Cos in the reserves he plays, meanwhile	All goalscoring pressures are on Duke Which I would like to dispute He's only a lad So don't be as sad As to knock him when things go puke
Our new Rover striker Ross Weare Is injured once more, I do fear He has a bad back Which leaves our attack Needing a big kick up the rear	Our new little striker named Bubb In front of the manager did blub "Oh please play me, I'm good, you'll see" But our Alvin, Mr Francis, did snub	Each week our ex-strikers do score Zamora, Ipoua and more It's embarrassing The goals they bang in Why didn't we use them before?
On the quarters this year there are stripes Which, to me, despite all the hype Don't look too bad But it makes me mad 'Cos with the red numbers it's a sight!	That returning mullet, Mr Francis With his players, he did have a fit "I don't yet know you So tactics, I can't show you If you argue back, you'll have my fist!"	Our long-serving defender ol' Fozzie Is quickly becoming the new Tilly He wins the award For President's Club stalwart Despite, on the pitch, looking dopey!