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A Poem For Sir James Dyson That's Not About Hoovers
Bath City football club is an embarrassment to Bath Most people ain't heard of them the ones who have laugh Their aim and ambition is to be what they are And that's like dreaming you're a broken down car The fixture list came and it says you take part So you push that car around the track from the start Their desire is to exist with no plan to go far They don't have the fire they don't have the heart We don't show support when it all looks a farce Don't we deserve something better than this In good old Bath City where only rugby exists Football can rot because rugby's the wish absolute bollocks it's bollocks it is Lacking intelligence in this rugby territory it's like they see football the ultimate enemy Scared of its presence and what it might do A city with one club yet big enough for two Our Uni makes athletes Olympian Gold Bath Rugby competes while the football's on hold There is a demand, no there's not we get told "Football's not our game it's just not our mould" I know Sir James Dyson is a man made in Bath we're all proud of that, those Hoovers are bad I say that as slang, his old bosses are mad They rejected his hoover, how dumb and how daft Now with your mass fortune beyond simple maths You can now do what nobody else ever has Invest in Bath City and put them on the map You'll be a hero and they won't be crap Potential so blatant will finally grow and with it our pride, a pride never known fill up the stadium with a reason to go and fans will keep coming if there is a show The community will bond as it responds to events when you create dreams the present prevents those magical days when the cup brings giants a promotion or two through your generous expense there's so much potential, they so under achieve it wouldn't take much for that club to succeed giving thousands of locals dreams hope and belief It's you Sir James Dyson can gift what we need It'll take off like your Hoovers but the football won't suck with your big fat fortune it won't cost you a buck it's a bigger football club than we know but its stuck and it's about our community, it's a gift of good luck invest in Bath City and the best is to come, you'll go down in history as the one champion who did the one thing that nobody had done, go on mate please it's a job that sounds fun
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