YOU DON'T SCARE US
Another Wisbech Town poem.Wisbech play in The Ridgeons League,a small league. The players are not paid very much, and the average gate is only around 250 people.I left Wisbech in 1970 and came to Australia in 1973,but I still hold them close to my heart.When I first started to support them they were in the Southern League (around 1964)gates were probably around 1500 in those days--so you can see we've fallen on hard times.But I still have a lot of fun with the Wisbech fans--and also with the fans of other clubs at our level.Teams in that competition also have "Eel" type names Wisbech are "The Fenmen" other club names include such names as "The Bloaters" "The Shrimpers" "The Trawler Boys" as you can see many of these teams are Coastal --explaining the fishy names.This was a poem written just before WTFC played against Lowestoft Town---"The Trawler Boys"
YOU DON'T SCARE US
YOU MAY HAVE BEAT "THE BLOATERS" TWICE,
AND THE SAME GOES FOR "THE GREENS"
BUT,WE'RE "THE MIGHTY FENMEN"
AND WE'VE SIGNED UP THREE MARINES.
BETWEEN "THE STICKS" IS ELVIS.
HE'S COLD,WITH A WOODEN HEART,
SO JUST FORGET ABOUT SCORING
BEFORE YOU EVEN START.
TO HIM.YOU'RE A BUNCH OF "HOUND-DOGS"
FULL OF SHAKE,RATTLE AND ROLL,
HE'S ALL SHOOK UP,HE'S LONESOME,
AND "THE KING OF BLOCK'N'GOAL"
WITH HANNIBAL LECTAR,AT CENTRE-HALF,
YOU'LL SEE THE FENMEN SUCCEED,
AND,MAY I SUGGEST YOUR FORWARDS
DON'T LET HIM SEE THEM BLEED,
LAST TIME WE SAW THAT HAPPEN,
IT WAS "THE SHRIMPERS" NUMBER NINE,
WE ALL SAW CLARET ON HIS NOSE,
AND HANNIBAL SAID "HE'S MINE"
HE TOOK OFF DOWN THE FOOTY FIELD
LIKE AN OLD MOD ON A SCOOTER,
HE LUNGED AT HIM , GRABBED HIM,
AND SANK HIS TEETH,RIGHT IN HIS HOOTER.
AT STRIKER,WE'VE GOT GEORGIE BUSH
"DOUBLE YA" TO HIS MATES,
AND FOLKS,HE'LL SHOOT AT ANYTHING,
SOON AS HE WALKS THROUGH THE GATES.
WE'LL WIND HIM UP,AND LET HIM GO,
YOUR DAY,HE'S SURE TO SPOIL.
ESPECIALLY,WITH OUR FANS,
BEHIND YOUR GOAL SHOUTING "OIL"
THEY CALL ME "MAD TONE FROM OZ"
AND "THE PARRAMATTA POET."
MY TEAMS HAVE FEAR FOR NOBODY
AND ITS TIME YOU LEARNT TO KNOW IT.
WITH THE EELS, FENMAN JOINING FORCE,
THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE.
WE ARE TEAMS HEADING TO THE TOP,
WITH OUR THREE MARINES ON SIDE.
YOU DON'T SCARE US
YOU MAY HAVE BEAT "THE BLOATERS" TWICE,
AND THE SAME GOES FOR "THE GREENS"
BUT,WE'RE "THE MIGHTY FENMEN"
AND WE'VE SIGNED UP THREE MARINES.
BETWEEN "THE STICKS" IS ELVIS.
HE'S COLD,WITH A WOODEN HEART,
SO JUST FORGET ABOUT SCORING
BEFORE YOU EVEN START.
TO HIM.YOU'RE A BUNCH OF "HOUND-DOGS"
FULL OF SHAKE,RATTLE AND ROLL,
HE'S ALL SHOOK UP,HE'S LONESOME,
AND "THE KING OF BLOCK'N'GOAL"
WITH HANNIBAL LECTAR,AT CENTRE-HALF,
YOU'LL SEE THE FENMEN SUCCEED,
AND,MAY I SUGGEST YOUR FORWARDS
DON'T LET HIM SEE THEM BLEED,
LAST TIME WE SAW THAT HAPPEN,
IT WAS "THE SHRIMPERS" NUMBER NINE,
WE ALL SAW CLARET ON HIS NOSE,
AND HANNIBAL SAID "HE'S MINE"
HE TOOK OFF DOWN THE FOOTY FIELD
LIKE AN OLD MOD ON A SCOOTER,
HE LUNGED AT HIM , GRABBED HIM,
AND SANK HIS TEETH,RIGHT IN HIS HOOTER.
AT STRIKER,WE'VE GOT GEORGIE BUSH
"DOUBLE YA" TO HIS MATES,
AND FOLKS,HE'LL SHOOT AT ANYTHING,
SOON AS HE WALKS THROUGH THE GATES.
WE'LL WIND HIM UP,AND LET HIM GO,
YOUR DAY,HE'S SURE TO SPOIL.
ESPECIALLY,WITH OUR FANS,
BEHIND YOUR GOAL SHOUTING "OIL"
THEY CALL ME "MAD TONE FROM OZ"
AND "THE PARRAMATTA POET."
MY TEAMS HAVE FEAR FOR NOBODY
AND ITS TIME YOU LEARNT TO KNOW IT.
WITH THE EELS, FENMAN JOINING FORCE,
THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE.
WE ARE TEAMS HEADING TO THE TOP,
WITH OUR THREE MARINES ON SIDE.

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