The Friday Poetry Thread

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the jig
You're in the mood for a pig

Anybody could be that pig
Night is young and the music's big
With a bit of pork music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance ... and when you get the chance

You are the dancing pig
Old and fat, must be seventy
Dancing pig, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the pork of your life
See that pig, watch that scene, digging the dancing pig

Cor ! Top notch that one Peggy

There once was a fan called Peggy
Who used to be very leggy
At all away ties
She ate all the pies
And turned into a big teddy

There once was a man called Bill Rafferty
He was much better than Kyle Lafferty
The Argyle board said
We need some bread
And put Argyle on the road to Nafferty

Argyle Argyle play in green
Their footy is so serene
Rueben Coxy and Nelse will fight
To put Tranmere out of site
Easy easy the fans will chant
Then the booze they will decant


Hic Hic

(To the tune of Robin Hood)

PFA PFA riding down Sid James
PFA PFA loaning cash they claim
Can't pay the staff
Can't pay the bills
PFA PFA PFA.

Minus 10 minus 10 heading for Sid James
All their plans All their plans going up in flames
Think the time has come
To see what they've become
Minus 10 Minus 10 Minus 10

Friday comes round one more time
Better write a little rhyme
Keep it short and keep it sweet
Try to make it something neat
This will have to do, just fine

I dig, you dig, he dig,
She dig they dig, we dig

Not a beautiful poem
But it's very deep

I dug it.

Forking, Forking, Forking,
Forking, Forking, Forking,
Not as deep as digging,
But plenty of turnover.

Overturn plenty...
Dig deep.
Fork it over!

Tring tried poking Iggs with a stick,
the reaction he got shook his soul to the quick,
my sheltered life's different,
why d'you say that?
Iggy replied, "I have low tolerance of twats".

A new face appeared on our banner,
He looks like a bit of a spanner,
But is eeeee a praaaaaaper jaaanner,
Or a nasty fat vile abuse planner.

Dog
Snog
Frog
Log

rivers,
oceans,
lakes,
all a watery grave

Reminds me of the fast show Al,
Black, black it's all black!

There was once a player called Bobby
Who was not at all gobby
He could run all day
Show the team the way
Into the top three on the day.


No-one will pass says Nelse and his mates
A torrid time for the opposition awaits
With McHugh, Hartley and then Luke in goal
Their forwards will defo not rock and roll

The Pig

Pigs are playful.      
Pigs are pink
Pigs are smarter
than you think.
Pigs are slippery
Pigs are stout
Pigs have noses
Called a snout.
Pigs are pudgy
Pigs are plump
Pigs can run
But never jump.
Pigs are loyal
Pigs are true.
Pigs don’t care for
Barbecue.

(tune of Robin Hood)

Bobby Reid Bobby Reid
Setting up the goals
Rueben Reid Rueben Reid
Breaking Burton souls
We'll win the day
Get all the points
Up we go Up we go Up we go

Only Rueben belongs to us
Come January he's probally off
Bobby we must try to sign
If we don't you'll hear me whine

(To the tune of Robin Hood)

FA Cup FA Cup tis the time of year
Lets watch the Greens and 'ave a couple of beers
Rueben Reid will smack 'em
And score a couple of goals
Onwards to round 2 then we will go.

Tiger Tone, Tiger Tone,
Writing loads of shite,
Tiger Tone, Tiger Tone,
Every Friday night,
Comes here to bitch,
Because the farm's no more,
Tiger Tone,Tiger Tone,Tiger Tone.

This week has been long and shite the weather has been grim, but then i count my blessings and pray for our lord, posh jim.

liver and onions,
more offal please,
mash potato
in a red wine yummy jus

Bouy's aho  Bouy's aho

Tomorrow we be seeing Pompey,s Boy's

Some ladies will be pleased

which boy's to take home