The Friday Poetry Thread

Today is Friday.

Tomorrow's Sat,

Same old story,

Load of crap.

Off for curry and for beer,
you'll hear me later in good cheer.

Friday comes,
Friday goes,
But if it's Saturday,
Anything goes.

Election time, must don me suit!
Time to look friendly, contain my inner brute
A swivel, a debate, a curveball counter-puncher
c'mon you minges, vote Mock Cuncher

It's election time with lots of talk
Cobi's new seagull likes to shit and sqwauk.
Who will i vote for to be a new mod
Will it be a young 'un or a dirty old sod?

The competitive budget is fit for the blue square south,
Lots of crap these days comes from Harry's mouth,
We're signing a fireman, avivas sing with glee,
At half time they can stare at a mural whilst having a wee.

Blocks 17 and 18 are now the family stand
Shit location, very hard to understand.
When the gulls and grecians visit there'll be language galore
The c word and f word from that dirty Johnny Hore.

The Weekend's here,
It's time to vote,
Geddon you Janner,
Geddon you Scrote.

Summer's come
The sun shines bright
And up the park
The most obscene display of cellulite

Friday again, tomorrow we have Brum
Blue is the colour of 'mum'
Keep right on, she tried to say son.
I wish I'd listened, as a rule of thumb.

Cmon Broad, snaffle that Saffer,
bowl him out with a jaffer
Cmon Jess, run jump throw
Gimme a call, let our relationship grow

its friday again, im stuck in the house
the kids are all out, its quiet as a mouse
reading this website makes me feel forlorn
i'll open a new page and look at some

























































































































































Cats

This Friday's Topic Is: The New Season.

The season starts tomorrow, hip hip hip hip hooray,
Wondering how Argyle and our new boys doth play
Will Home Park be full or will fans stay away
The questions asked in poem, found every Friday

I'm off to the fanfest, free pasties and a pint
Rick, Dave, 3-0, a hatrick for Lecointe
Or shall I stay home, to listen to One Direction?
Those soft young lads' voices, creating an erection

Oh do attend the fanfest, my dear young thing,

You'll bring the average age down and I know you love to sing.

Janner ! Janner ! Banana's Kevin Keegan doth swirl !

Jaanner ! Janner ! Don't it just make yer toes curl ?


If perchance a photographer you should attract,

Make sure you're cuddling Noolie or that other bearded tw@t !

Beware the flaky pastry, during the chorus it will surely fly,

And don't laugh at Salsa Verde, you'll only make them cry !

Oh to be in Plymouth,
Now that Friday's here,
The eve of the first game,
Of a difficult campaign, I fear.

I possess a new membership card
And a new lanyard


Er,thats it.

its mocks friday poetry corner,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,so i thought it best to warn her,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,she said no not up there,,,you better not dare, ,,,but to late and now i have torn her

Classy

assie,,,,,,,,anyway off to the match,

tcm wrote:

assie,,,,,,,,anyway off to the match,

I watched some of Cardiff/Huddersfield last night. Bored to tears by the football and the so annoying commentators continually stating the bloody obvious and trying desperately to make the football sound interesting.
Mind you, Argyle could play in pink for all I care, if we'd actually try to succeed like Cardiff have done, instead of this interminable Avivafest and being grateful to fine gentlemen.
PAFC......... the dough boys of English football

fecking hell mate,its not the end of the world,cheers up ffs,go for a swim or something? try having sex ,get pissed ,just try and cheer your self up a bit,youve got your point across but the ocd thing try and join in with life,,its fun

Saturday posting on the Friday Poetry Thread.

tcm wrote:

fecking hell mate,its not the end of the world,cheers up ffs,go for a swim or something? try having sex ,get pissed ,just try and cheer your self up a bit,youve got your point across but the ocd thing try and join in with life,,its fun

I do dear boy. I do however need my fix of Argyle related moron bashing. It brings a certain symmetry to my world.

Enjoy the big match

how much does the daily mail cost over there?

Surely no Englishman would read a newspaper owned by a Frenchman?

Why not? we drink water and use electricity owned by the French.

Our railways are also being nationalised, by the German government................

ATD Scandal - a hacking no less!
Charley mouse goes, the site in a mess
Who could it be, a nutjob at most
a phantom, a menace, a dastardly ghost?!