Round Their Way

Heaton Park, before its dark
This is not a drill
You’d be a multi-millionaire
If you put this feeling in a pill

Pep dressed as Colin Bell
Gallaghers’ kids, arm in arm
Super Jack loves the Citeh fans
Emily – how was this band not at the farm?!

Familiar to millions? There’s been a plenty
But my personal favourite of all
Is national treasure, Kirk from Corrie
Manchester – get that statue installed

Gallagher Hill was a God send
For the masses without briefs
Guitar riffs sang by the choir of fans
It’ll take more than a wall to stop these ‘thieves’

So when all is said and done
And the supernova brings things to a close
It only seems fitting
That we salute these Burnage bros

Give them the keys to the city
Unveil their names upon a plaque
Biblical. Celestial. Universal.
Boy are these boys back

by Working Class Poet