Turmoil at the Toon

What progress means up north is anyone’s guess
Specially if there’s the merest whiff of success

“Fattyboy” Ash said he’d invest 20 mil
To fund a king he felt to be over the hill

But in Geordieland they like to shoot through the foot
Despite an abdicating monarch who just won’t stay put

Say’s Wisey, “King Kev, I’ll give you a hand”
“Help the Magpies be the best in the land”

But the high priest decides to complete his hattrick
Kev now accused of really taking the mick

But at ground level Tyneside he is the Manor’s lord
As baying fans demand the head of the board

Nursing a drink, in bars, a new gaffer they discuss
Will it be Lippi? Jose? , more likely Gus

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
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