The Friday Poetry Thread

Big Bosh League Booms

Canary Yellow Call-up Looms

Another half tracker lynched

By the dumpy Aaron Finch



To Southampton’s Bowl

- no longer a Rose

Fat boy Finch threw his weight

Behind 156 blows



Slammed over Long On

Finchy showed up Dave Warner

Twatted into the stands

Conventional “Cow Corner”



Records thus tumbled

The England bowlers so futile

Will they ever recover

From this beating so brutal?



He’ll never again

Score an international ton

But this was Dear Podgy Finch’s

Glorious day in the Sun

Chuck em
Fcuk em
Eat my shorts

Eat me
Beat me
Newell snorts

Boogy
Woogy
Lidl rocks

De-Liar
Is a throbbing cock.

END  

Here I sit bored as assholes,
What's for dinner?
Probly rissoles.

Friday's here,
And off to Poole,
Weather's changed,
Slightly cool.

Sat in work, a minute to go
Oh wait it's time, tally ho!

I just ate Monster Munch, a Flaming Hot pack
I don't think there's better corn-based snack
Apart from Frazzles

When the sun beats down
And I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk

Me - I'm just a lawnmower
You can tell by the way I walk

Can you tell me where my country lies?
said the unifaun to his true love's eyes.

This gem popped up on the hire car stereo, via my travel mp3 disc, last week, fooking excellent.

Back home now,
Let's be merry,
a packet of crisps,
and some Coop sherry!!

Peggy wrote:

When the sun beats down
And I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk

Me - I'm just a lawnmower
You can tell by the way I walk

You what  I`m just the lawnmower

What flavour crisps
To go with sherry
does it matter
I should worry

God Bless the grass
That grows through the crack
They roll the concrete over it
To try and keep it back
The concrete gets tired
Of what it has to do
It breaks and it buckles
And the grass grows through.
God bless the grass

Salt and vinegar,
They are the best,
Try no others,
Fook the rest.

Nooligan
Liar
Hacker
Thug
And utter cnut again

Bump


Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

ATD is where it be,

Let it be, let it be.

The voice of the free,

Let it be, let it be.


Don't take it too seriously,

It will develop quite naturally.

When the truth really needs stating,

Just search on ATD.


Let it be, let it be,

Let it be, let it be.

ATD will have the answer,

Let it be.

Wise words from the bard of Herts.   

Make me laugh,
Make me sing,
Ark at e,
The lad from Tring.

Here I sit full of pain,
looking through window at the rain,
Think I'll tell Geoffery and complain.

Footnote, tellgeoffery is Geoffery Coxs' e mail address, I vote we all e mail him and complain about the weather it will stop the bastard stealing coal off the pensioners.

Yippee, yippee - it's the fookin FTP!
Here to enlighten the best day of the week
One day we'll go mental
Get down with our freak
But for now we'll sit tight
Chill for the end of the week

STORM WARNING
GLOBAL WARMING
DEVELOPERS ADORNING
THE GATES OF HELL
NO-ONE MOURNING

Oh what joy - it's wazzing down
Not a night to be out on the town
Snuggled up on the sofa with a glass of wine.....
Or two.... no three.... - the bottle's mine!

The weather's shite
Pissed off with rain
I had to buy some SCUBA
Got out of bed
Looked on the web
Booked two weeks off in Cuba!!  

Thank feck it's Friday,
Day of washing,
If I get it done I'm in for a noshing.   

ere we go ere we go ere we go
Friday work done, weekend hellooooo
I am walking funny cos of my toe
but nothing with stop me going mento'
out tonight on the amarettoooo
sally forth, tally hoooooooooooooooooooooo
cmon argyoooooo

ATD boys,
We are here,
Weyeyo Weyeyo,
Drink your women,
Shag your beer,
Weyeyo, Weyeyo.