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Poem Details | by denis bruce |
Categories: eulogy, integrity, soccer, success,

All Hail Caesar

Majestically he rose above the rest
Not the best but the best of the best
A one team man for his whole career
He graced the Hoops for many a year
Honours in football he won by the score
And this lion largely inspired  the Lisbon roar
Undeniably a great leader of men
In defeat and victory gracious and even
His rivals revered him as a great opponent
No triumph of his did they ever resent
Captaining Celtic  was his crowning glory
Lending even more lustre to his sporting story
From his humble beginnings in his native Bellshill
His growth in stature gave his supporters a thrill
Ave atque vale must we now say to this man
Whose sporting deeds are without comparison

Poem Details | by denis bruce |
Categories: eulogy, soccer,

Wha Daur Meddle Wi' Me:Nemo Me Impune Lacessit

Breezy and gallus with nerves of steel
In him the team's heartbeat you could feel
He was the brains of that Celtic outfit
For that he deserves this little tribute
Exploiting an opening with defence splitting pass
Which allowed his teammates to step on the gas
Not being a man to turn the other cheek
Retribution he chose often to  wreak
A little man but  a giant  on the field of play
Bertie Auld's name on Celtic  fans' lips will always stay
Here was the Lion with the necessary bite
Always and ever ready, and  up for the fight

Poem Details | by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories: death, feelings, sports,


Playing tired 
Went to rest today 
Son of Arge n tina 
Married to soccer 
Father of goals 
Children kicks 
Relation of claps 
Maradona a shocker in soccer 

Poem Details | by denis bruce |
Categories: eulogy, soccer,

Greased Lightning

Saltcoats born,Saltcoats bred
His darts left many a defender for dead
Had he not been flagged so often for offside
His haul of goals would have sky-highed
His quick reflexes the eye deceived
Leaving linesmen blind to his onside speed
This was a Lisbon Lion with a cheetah's pace
Forcing defenders to foul rather than  chase
Faster by far than any other
He caused defences all sorts of bother
Let us recall with affection  wee Bobby Lennox
To opposing teams always a marauding  menace.