Some should be wary of what they wish for Like Downes who´d like us to go down, Getting back isn´t easy any more For proof, just ask one Ipswich Town Now them I can understand feeling quite glum And disappointed with their lot, But apparently there´s just no pleasing some Despite sharing of the Premier League pot Some just cannot see the wood for the trees When hoping for relegation, Very soon we´d be right down on our knees And in a desperate situation All the good work of the last four-plus years Would be wiped out in one fell swoop, From being ahead we´d be back in arrears Canary breeding back to chicken coop So Mr. Downes I suggest you take a chat With McNally and Bowkett A, Explaining why you wished they´d kept off our mat For I´d love to hear just what they say. OTBC -IHIT- PLITOPTB
Spoilsport, I stayed on the page above and worked it out, it took all of 20 seconds! You are spot on with your argument, I don't care if we never win a cup, I'm just happy to see my team playing at the top table!
Pardon me Dave, not wishing to spoil anyone´s fun, but I was beginning to wonder where everyone had got to, so needed to get it back to the top of the page
may i make a suggestion to lift the apparent gloom? we should change our club name to 'AFC Norwich City' - that way we'd be out of the relegation zone!
I am envious of RBF. He is able to express joy, frustration, despair and everything inbetween via poetry. All I've got is sarcasm and, if I get desperate, stupid sound effects.
Relegation zone? Maybe a section in one stand could so renamed and allocated to season ticket holders who think like Downes.
That is true But I´d need him too I guess, up against the Beef, In letting off steam On behalf of our team Our Beef is still the chief. Trouble is Rex is just about as even-tempered as I am.
Haha just for clarification I could never go toe to toe with RBF he is basically like one of the xmen but with poetry powers
I have, on occasion, seen him resort to iambic tetrameter, so he may have other weaponry up his sleeve!
Yes, there was a gent from Stoke I recall Who worked himself up into quite a fit, Complaining my verse was worth nowt at all If Iambic Pentameter wasn´t it, But happily you lot are not so strict Which makes life easier in every way, Reporting on balls both headed and kicked That keeps me content and busy each day.
Such a complaint simply hints at an inability to appreciate/understand verse rhythmically dissimilar to everyday English speech.