In the realm of Everton, where passions ignite,
A forum stands proud, 'neath day and night.
The Grand Old Team, where true blues unite,
And pigeons take flight, in poetic light.
In a virtual realm, where fans gather true,
Their hearts beat as one, in the Toffee's hue.
Amidst the chatter, opinions so diverse,
Pigeons find solace, they are not averse.
With feathers so gentle, they perch and observe,
On the forum's threads, their presence they preserve.
Their coos, like whispers, hold secrets untold,
As Evertonians' stories start to unfold.
Oh, majestic pigeons, with wings of grace,
Witnessing tales of triumph and chase.
Through victories celebrated, with joy ablaze,
To defeats mourned, in sorrowful haze.
They witness the legends, forever enshrined,
Dixie, Kendall, and more, eternally aligned.
The spirit of Goodison, where heroes tread,
Carried on the wings of pigeons overhead.
Within the forum's realm, ideas ignite,
Debates ensue, passions burn bright.
Through praises sung and criticisms thrown,
Pigeons soar high, from their perches they've flown.
With each click of a keyboard, each passionate plea,
The pigeons witness, and carry the plea.
They carry the hopes, dreams, and desires,
Of Evertonians, their hearts full of fires.
So, let the pigeons be the poets of the blue,
Their flight, a symbol of loyalty so true.
In the Grand Old Team forum, they forever reside,
Their wings spreading stories far and wide.
As long as the fans gather, their spirits remain,
And the pigeons soar high, in an endless refrain.
For Everton's grand old team, they'll forever cheer,
In the forum's realm, their presence is clear.