The Friday Poetry Thread

There once was a man called James Brent
Whose intentions it seemed were well meant
But in no time at all
He'd made fools of us all
And the supporters their anger did vent

Welcome, babe.

Home Park capacity
Stunted by rapacity

Chesterfield away, that crooked spire
Thank god they let Shez be available for hire
Imagine our position if we still had Fletch
Non-league beckoning, making I retch.

It's shit, and not just a bit,
Brent you tit, why don't you quit,
Did you not think, we'd kick up a stink,
When you threw the kitchen sink,into the icerink?
Look you'll make your cash, coz the hotel is flash,
So ditch this trash, the grandstand is gash,
Don't listen to Nool, the silly old fool,
He wears a kagool, definitely not cool,
So listen to the fans, and ditch these plans,
Make Argyle we cans, and not also rans

There once was a club called Argyle
That had an inimitable style
The fans full of passion
Not caring about fashion
Dismissed the new plans as quite vile

This is a taster for Friday.........

Brent stood in the Directors box
His lip was all a quiver
Not because Argyle had scored
He'd sold us down the river

Very good, might as well rename it as the babe thread.

I'm getting cold feet as well 'dog, has Pam Aryres joined up or what? Welcome to Babe anyhow.

Whatever will Brent do,
after building a road right through the zoo?
The Grandstands a farce,
Nools face looks like my arse,
The Pres. is licking bum too.

Thanks Iggy - it's great to be with the 'educated'. I love your offering..... here's mine for today

When JB started this task,
In our reflected glory he did bask,
Now we know he's a rotter,
We shout "No way Harry Potter,
Even Dick Turpin wore a mask"

ei ei ei o out the football league we go
when we are relegated
this is what we'll say
exeter city two divisions away

The sky is blue,
The team is Green,
But I'm away,
to Aberdeen.

Beat the Reds,
That's the plan,
Trust in Brent?
No, Sheridan.

They paved paradise
And put up an underground parking lot
A pink hotel, a saltrock boutique and a swinging ice rink
And lots of shops, chain restaurants and a cinema
And a road
And a distinctly un-grand stand

Don't it always seem to go
You don't know what you've got til it's gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot (etc.)

ooh,this is getting far too cultural for me,
we dont get this in Tiverton

It's Friday, it's good.
My banks gone on vacation,
I'm pleased it's so good,
A day off for the whole nation,
Suns out but it's cold,
Today's a holy dad innit,
Well that's what I told,
Ok, I'll shave in a minute,
Your'e all hairy and rough,
You need to get sheared,
You just look like a scruff,
Well the Lord Jesus had a beard!

Brenty had a little lamb
Newell was his gimp
Hooper, webby, De-lar too
were Brenty's spinless whimps.

Jamesy, Jamesy by design,
I'm sure the whole thing,
Will look fine.

parasitic tw@t
ho chi min fiddle and twiddle
big fat belly
mountain climbing
up brents ass

Friday, hurrah, what doth thou curs say?
But I swear I saw poetry, on a fookin Thursday?!!
Mannameadbabe, it will not do
I don't give a damn if you are new
There's one day for rhyme, that one day for prose
6 days for normality, where anything goes

the Dem derby, sorts the boys from the men
Pitchforks aat, We'll Meet Again!
ROFL, a banner on a plane
such incredible wit, from a manchild's brain
Displayed sponsored by FES, respond to that
I'm humping the graind in anticipation, loik a badger on crackkk...

Thursday is the new Friday Mock

The new Friday Mock,
I don't give a Fock.

It's that time of the week again boys and girls. Hope to see you Plymouth based guys at the AFT 60s night tonight btw......

Only weeks from planning or so they say
We will make sure that it goes our way
And do all possible to force their hand
To build a ‘proper job’ of a Grandstand

An iconic stadium which we can call ours
Not a retail monstrosity out from which Brent glowers
Oh and another message for Mr Brent
From the retail outlets we want the rent

The income from these is vital to our Club
We were promised this, and here’s the rub
You should stop listening to the sycophants
The advice that they give you is really pants

We will not be told to ‘be grateful it’s free’
We are not such stupid Janners you see
The football club is part of our city
So man up and show some integrity

We are sick to death with being kept in the dark
And will fight for the best for our Home Park

5 paragraphs, such dedication
A poem inspiring mass salivation!
I've always been worried about me park
even if it's a dodgy place in the dark

I'm getting a car next weekend
A Rover 25 - cos I've got little to spend
I'm gonna drive it all the time
A honeywagon - so sublime

I'm gonna take it out at night
Flash my headlamps, their gaze so bright
A knock at the door, a tug at the handle
A young fellow steps in, to the scent of my candle

I take him for a ride, that he's not had before
I drop him home, he's still begging for more
Quite such a shafting, he's never had
Except for that time, Newell bought up from Dave Gadd...

Friday again and the truth is now out
The owns the shit, as if we'd had doubt
Our voice must be silenced, lest we dissent
And anyone's hard-earned1 has to be spent

On building a grandstand to let us go far
Instead of a shed and parking for cars
Surrounded by tat, and all in a park
And yes, I am narked


1: Poetic licence innit

Peggy swearing - omfg
time ter burn that pig effigy