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There was a chap called Gus poyet He hated financial fair play He wanted to sign Just a player (or nine!) He'd happily spend cash all day

A man called Gus was the head Of us becoming a Man united It was going so well Till that dressing room smell What happened? Ees complicated

There once was a lad named Charlie A fiery pitbull he be He shaved off his hair Then pulled up a chair With Gus for his disciplinary

There was a small chap called Leon He wanted his name up in neon So he left for Swansea Now he's on his settee Watching Dickenson on his television

You've got your iambic pentameters all wrong there. Let me fix it for you... We once had a boss named Gus Who we thought was a right geni-us He was good for a bit, But now he's a tit And now we want off of his bus!