The Friday Poetry Thread

(To the tune of Robin Hood) TM Tiger Tone

BNP, BNP, BN fooking P,
BNP, BNP, BN fooking P,
BN fooking P,
BN fooking P,
BNP, BNP, BNP.

To the tune of Robin Hood(again)

Burka boys, burka boys parking in our street,
Burka boys, burka boys eating halal meat,
Gays getting hitched,
Facebook's a bitch?
Fatwa Frank, fatwa Frank, fatwa Frank.

Can't think of anything to say

Can't think of anything to rhyme

Don't want to be thought anti gay

So put up or shut up this time

Lol Asti and Seadog.

The Trust is infiltrated,
To protect poor Jimmy,
High up in his secure boardroom,
Tho never fear with a Brown shirt near,
To protect you from the weirdos and queers.

Will the crowd shout and have a beer
When Rueben scores to get a cheer
Or will the crowd stamp and cry
When our defence is shown on Sky

Millions will watch and clap
When Pompey show they are so flat
Argyle will win the game
When Rueben scores again

The blues will wander home
Or some may use the phone
To tell their friends and mates
That Argyle stuffed it in their face.

tigertony wrote:

Will the crowd shout and have a beer
When Rueben scores to get a cheer
Or will the crowd stamp and cry
When our defence is shown on Sky

Millions will watch and clap
When Pompey show they are so flat
Argyle will win the game
[b]When Rueben scores again[/b]

The blues will wander home
Or some may use the phone
To tell their friends and mates
That Argyle stuffed it in their face.

Tonights Lottery numbers are 56, 67,89, 123, 78 and 54

FCOL YFC IINFF...

OMFG!

The farm it does not welcome the guest,
It's ATD you want for the best,
It came to a head with old Harper,
The 'hate campaign' did cause him to scarper,
The piggy and his piglets shut the gate,
On those ladies and gents so full of hate,
The AFT election thread did vanish,
Suspect members pig did say he would banish,
His scheming eyes did turn toward the Pope,
Will he be my new mole I can but hope,
I need some eyes and ears upon the board,
A prawn sandwich or pork sword I can reward.

I shall retire from today's literary test as Asti stole my work. (same theme he's just done it a bit better than I would have).

The glance was cold, the stance was bold
the air was hot and rising.
The tone was sweet, the talk was cheap
evasive and conniving.
The facts were slim, the plot was thin
the reel of spiel was veering
from the truth on cloven hoof
to the Sinning Spinner’s Bullring
where poppycock calls for a sock
and hogwash - ostracising -
in a fib-free zone where the liar’s moan
is lost on ears unhearing.

Ducks, Pigs,
its all there on the farm,
Snooping giraffes,
Animals galore.


p.s. you'd av thought Hooper the Snooper would have investigated Herr Harper

Hitch wrote:

The glance was cold, the stance was bold
the air was hot and rising.
The tone was sweet, the talk was cheap
evasive and conniving.
The facts were slim, the plot was thin
the reel of spiel was veering
from the truth on cloven hoof
to the Sinning Spinner’s Bullring
where poppycock calls for a sock
and hogwash - ostracising -
in a fib-free zone where the liar’s moan
is lost on ears unhearing.

Is that all your own work Hitch? Good prose although the subject matter does seem a little critical of us perchance? Mind you work either way tbf.

Curtains drawn,
No guests welcome,
feck offf now,
No second helping.

Blinds down , buckets out,
Knarf Reprah has given me gout.
Blame the freaks and internet trolls,
Low cunning is how Porkie rolls.

Trolling, Trolling, Trolling,
Let's hide!
All the forums that you'll never,
See again forever,
Until the Farm is once more on our side.

A poem from Heather

Argyle-Argyle-Argyle

Sometimes we feel blue

Other times we see red

But whatever the hue

Are we right in the head

Come rain or shine we like to be seen

Loyal supporters of our club THE GREENS

Curtains of irony
an invisibility cloak
you can't hide from my pseuds
Stalian,
they are everywhere.
here.



here.



and there.

O Come All Ye Faithful


O come, all ye Argyle
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to watch our team
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of scoring

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Rueben Reid

tigertony wrote:

O Come All Ye Faithful


O come, all ye Argyle
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to watch our team
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of scoring

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Rueben Reid

FPT FFS FCOL!

The fanzine's out,
The Craft has spoke,
Of times gone by,
And devious folk.

Very good, Friday already FFS!

It comes,
It goes,
Inexorably,
Cyclically,
End of the weekly.

Mistletoe And Wine

Argyle are Kings, the Green Army sing
The old has passed, there's a new beginning.
Dreams of League 1, dreams of the cup
Fingers numb, faces aglow

Rueben Reid, Bobby Reid and Dom
Carl McHugh, Nelson and Tom
With goals in the bag and none in our net
We’ll win the game so no need to fret.

Argyle are Kings, the Green Army sing
The old has passed, there's a new beginning.
Dreams of League 1, dreams of the cup
Fingers numb, beer we will sup

Luke in goal, Hartley and Cox
O’Connor, Mellor and Banton the fox
Alless with goals and Smalley for fun
We’re going up into League one