I hereby declare that fourthwith I shall post on this thread in a fourthright manner every fourtnight with whatever is fourthcoming in my mind at the time..
Match Day Thread The (Everlasting) South Coast Derby Tuesday 24/09/19 KO 7:45pm
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With your Fratton all decked out in blue,
You would think you might have scored two,
But alas all that blue,
Must now face what’s true,
Cos it’s four for the Saints and fek all for you.
You would think you might have scored two,
But alas all that blue,
Must now face what’s true,
Cos it’s four for the Saints and fek all for you.
Or even 4 am as I am usually up then trying to empty my bladder albeit very slowly.
I reckon at 00:04
What is wrong with 04.04 am or 04.04 pm? Like football scores both are fine with me.
Ooh you saucy minx. Don't get me started...
There once was a young Pompey fan
Took to Fratton by his old man
One, two, three, four
"Dad, I can't take no more!"
And away from ol' Fratton he ran
There once was a moron from Fratton,
Who thought he would get up an at em,
But then of course,
He punched a horse,
And four coppers gave him the baton.
Who thought he would get up an at em,
But then of course,
He punched a horse,
And four coppers gave him the baton.
We're red n white, sir, and you, are blue
We are many, sir, and you, are few
But yes, you're the loudest
And yes, you're the proudest,
And you're heading towards League Two
We are many, sir, and you, are few
But yes, you're the loudest
And yes, you're the proudest,
And you're heading towards League Two
There was once a Skate called John,
About whom there was an awful song,
We heard his bell no more,
When the scummers scored four,
And sha la la'd all night long.
About whom there was an awful song,
We heard his bell no more,
When the scummers scored four,
And sha la la'd all night long.
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This might get me in a bit of bother......
There was an old slapper named Kate,
Who dreamed of having a mate,
But with big saggy tits,
And pants full of nits,
Her suitors only smelled Skate.
There was an old slapper named Kate,
Who dreamed of having a mate,
But with big saggy tits,
And pants full of nits,
Her suitors only smelled Skate.
On the train safely before eleven
On the night that 'hell' turned to heaven
We can't hear you no more
And your threats are a bore
The ghosts of the 657
On the night that 'hell' turned to heaven
We can't hear you no more
And your threats are a bore
The ghosts of the 657
There once was a team called the skates,
Who looked forward for seven years to a date,
Then the Saints finally came to town,
They found themselves 4-0 down,
And handed the South Coast to Saints on a plate.
I'm crap at rhymes.
I prefer:
There once was a team called Portsmouth,
They're ****.
Who looked forward for seven years to a date,
Then the Saints finally came to town,
They found themselves 4-0 down,
And handed the South Coast to Saints on a plate.
I'm crap at rhymes.
I prefer:
There once was a team called Portsmouth,
They're ****.
There once were some losers in blue
Whose fans were ******ed and few
After failing to score
And letting in four
They slunk off enroute to league two
Whose fans were ******ed and few
After failing to score
And letting in four
They slunk off enroute to league two
I do believe St Godders was displaying a remarkable amount of Fourtitude. In rising from his Four poster bed to empty his bladder at Four am, which may have lasted a full Four minutes. Indeed, I have done such a thing but with an often wonky waterworks at Four in the morning I often get a Four am to Nil result.