OUR weekly dose of Palace-inspired poetry from the Bard of Selhurst Park, James Miller...
Tony gone, Pulis goodbye,
Crystal Palace fans ask why?
Wipe our mouths, he's left, he's gone,
time to cheers a new gaffer on.
Many names thrown in the ring,
Who will SP and board bring in?
Malky leads, then Sherwood named,
Impressed the board the papers claimed
Rumours flying, who will it be?
Lennon, Hughton, Tim, Malky?
Moyes or Millen, Clark or Jol?
Who will take over control?
Many mentioned, few to stick,
Who and when will they pick?
Sherwood likely, so they said,
Staff demands, the deals dead.
Malky now the one to sign,
Odds drop, bets off, its Malky's time.
Silence, nothing, what's going on?
No deal and scandals, Moody's gone.
Keep the faith, I know I am.
A shaky show against West Ham,
Sherwood's odds then drop once more,
but who to come, it seems no ones sure.
Lennon firmly in the frame,
No talks took place was Lennon's claim.
As Cardiff say they wish to sue,
The drama, eagles fans used to.
Walsall beaten, good display,
A joy to watch Dwight Gayle play.
Still no gaffer, tick tock, tick tock,
announcement made, it's Neil Warnock.
Second time, steady the ship,
Signing players nice and quick.
Our boyhood diamond, shining star,
Welcome home Wilfred Zaha.
A mad, bad few weeks, palace fans feel,
But now we must get behind Neil.
No matter what the club goes through,
still sing, still chant, still RED and BLUE.
