The Friday Poetry Thread

seadog wrote:

There was a young poster called Asti,
Whose face resembled a pasty,
It was Crimped up one side,
Fat flakey and wide,
In fact decidedly nasty.

Wins my prize for this thread

there was a bloke called brent,
perhaps i best stop there!

There was a comedian called Tone,
Who offered the Seadog his bone,
The dog wagged his tail,
Did together they sail?
The dog and the pussy called Tone.

Lolest!

Elias wrote:

there was a bloke called brent,
perhaps i best stop there!

Doesn't even rhyme !

AstiSpumante wrote:

There was a comedian called Tone,
Who offered the Seadog his bone,
The dog wagged his tail,
Did together they sail?
The dog and the pussy called Tone.

OK - you can have 2nd place

Asti got second
Stardom beckoned
Shot down by Cowell
Asti kicked his bowel.

FFS its MONDAY!

ITS FRIDAY NOW!!!!!

To the tune of ''red flag flying''

The people's flag is green and white
And Shrewsbury you're very sheite
All this way and you've no hope
Your fans will only cry and mope

Then raise the green flag very high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
We'll watch the game and have a beer
We'll keep the green flag flying here.

Look 'round, the Shrews are getting stuffed
Their goal attempts are being fluffed
In Demport seats the songs are sung
We've given the ref a great big bung.

Then raise the green flag very high.
Within its shade we'll ….. (chorus)

On the pitch the greens will score
The Shrews will feel very sore
Reuben gets his second goal
His mate Reid shows great control

Then raise the green flag very high.
Within its shade we'll ….. (chorus)

Lewi and Cox will run the show
Nelse and Carl will stop the flow
Marv and Thomo will use the flanks
Rueben Reid will give them thanks

Then raise the green flag very high.
Within its shade we'll ….. (chorus)

Luke in goal will save the shots
Snowy the man will tie them in knots
The fans will sing all afternoon
And Graiser will meet Lay-by's sister later.


I thank you - all proceeds to Trings retirement fund

God I hate those
Who fookin' contravene
the FPT rules
I will rip off open their chests
I will fookin shit dain their spleen
I hate them so fookin much
they make my blood boil inside
I will hunt dain their families
an commit a brutal ATD genocide
I wont be standing for it
no more transgressions
dont provoke the ATD NINJA
into fookin aggression

TICK, TOCK
PIG, COCK

alannotivvy wrote:

TICK, TOCK
PIG, COCK

Friday comes round one more time

Can't think of anything to rhyme

Don't give up just one more try

might manage something by

next time the clock doth chime

There's only one F in Friday,
There's only one F in Friday,
Allegedly.

Herald comments, we love them so
Herald comments, where do they go

We seek them here,
We seek them there,
We seek those comments everywhere.

Nool and Webby extend their arms,
Around the banker with Etonian charms,
It's ok we are here,
They whisper lovingly down his ear.

Look at these people,
rhyming at the end of the week
capable of reading
following instructions, so sleek
no idiots today, they were all there last week
flouting rules like uttercooooonts
GOD I FOOKIN HATE THEM
I WANT THEM TO EXPIRE THEIR ACCOUNTS ASAP FCOL

Mock started this thread
With clear instruction
And those who ignore him
Face certain destruction

If Mock feels so strongly,
About those posting wrongly,
A trifling matter,
As rhymes are a scatter,
I have but one message for he,
Worst things happen at sea.

Mock Cuncher wrote:

The people of ATD let out a sigh,
for they all knew, the weekend was nigh.
The rules here are clear,
within them you may steer,
a must is poetic prose,
to keep yourself on your toes,
You must only post on Friday,
for them be the rules I've set today.

Lest we forget these golden rules
For they be broken by infidel fools

A preoccupied idiot named Noooool
picked up the wrong sandwich the fool
He took a big bite
before spitting, in fright,
"OMG, WTF, its a stool

Danis you must be pissed
Play with a broken wrist?

Er,thats it.

Argyle away at Tranmere
The Green Army you'll definitely hear
Rueben'll bang in some goals
The home fans will lose their souls
And Argyle will win with no fear

Jingle, jangle,
Mrs Mangle
Webby must have a big dangle

Friday, fooking Friday,
Only comes but once a week,
Time for rhyme and prose,
Time for double speak.