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Another Mag idiot called Wraith
After Rafas departure lost faith
His black and white coffin
The pies he kept scoffin
The local plod horses arent safe
Still time.Surprised the coffin actually didn't make an appearance mind![]()
There was a greedy Fat Spanish Waiter called Rafa,
he was the gravy stained clubs gaffer,
now he has left the geordies very fastly,
Meltdoon in Cartoon land has got nasty,
and they all crying into their greggs pasties!
O Rafa, Rafa, wherefore art thou Rafa?Some of these poems would put shakepeare to shame
O Rafa, Rafa, wherefore art thou Rafa?
Deny Mike Ashley and refuse thy name.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn at
And You’ll no longer be a Mag.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Mag.
What’s a Mag? It is nor hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name.
What’s in a name? That which we call a Mag
By any other name would smell as shite;
So Rafa would, were he not Rafa call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Rafa, doff thy Mag name
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
And fuck off to China
Except this one![]()
The fat Spanish lads left the toon
Nee mention he once took them doon
He spunked loads of cash
But they still blame fat Ash
Fuck the mags, dirty black and white bastards.
There’ll be some clever bastard come on here telling me I’ve got all the context wrong