Jack and Jill went to the Vic,
to buy their season ticket.
They found there was a £1 charge,
so told them they could stick it.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner(flag),
Mulling over his season ticket renew,
He pulled out his stats and noticed them flat,
So decided to pay on the day.

Blah, blah, signings, haven’t seen none yet.
I keep wondering who we’re gonna get.
Start with a forward , plus one in defence,
Then one in midfield would make a bit of sense.

Hey diddle, diddle, it’s now quite a riddle,
Will the signings come soon..
The fans didn’t laugh, cos it just wasn’t fun.
as the season will kick off quite soon.

Raj,y, ragy,s quite contrary how does your team squad go, with some young kids and a few old gits, and a few young kilt wearers we all know.

The Grand Old Duke of Singh
He had ten thousand pounds
He bought some Scots worth not a jot
And said to the Poolies afraid that's your lot

Or, The Grand Old Duke of York
He had a thousand pizzas
Then he met some dodgy geezers. (To be continued if possible by others)

The grand old Duke of Talk.
He promised us a team,
To take us up to the top of league,
But it turned out just a dream.

And when we went up, we were up.
But then we came down ….
with a frown,
And now we’re back …
and on the lower league rack,
It makes you wanna scream

Hot cross fans, Hot cross fans,
One a penny two a penny,
Hot cross fans,
Some take a partner, some take their sons,
Some let things boil over.
They face bans.

humpty hartley sat on a wall, humpty hartley had a great fall. all singh,s physios and backroom team, could not make a player out of him again.

Our right wingers cross
was too deep for his mates
So it nestled on top of the stand,
He was much lower marked
than his FIFA card said
Though he cared not a jot in mind,
So he stopped
Training
Never to try again
When his bonus expired.
90 years without winning owt'
Pig sick pig sick...

(To the tune of his grandfathers clock)