Rain or Shine On the up or Decline I'll be there in Block One-Nine Some call it 'The Noisy End' But I just sit there with my friend Slowly going round the bend At 32 years of barren times For despite our steady,gutsy climb For Salop, the Bell of luck seldom chimes However all's not doom and gloom Wilting like a mushroom For optimism there's room For Turner's back where he does belong It really has been too long And now he leads us to League One Drubbing Hereford along the way "Be seeing you chaps!" We don't plan to stay For any foe we can slay At fortress Meadow cometh Saturday Having left behind the Meadow Gay This one's better any day Better times are a-coming Forget Bristolian WUMMING, The smell of success is humming!
You lot dont actually believe you tin pots will go anywhere this season do you? Gas 5 - 2 Shrews Tues 13th September.
Jenny its known as a Brizzolian Haiku. The rhyme needs to be about something happening in their wildest and unlikeliest dream.
There once was a player from Gillingham, Who was too big for his boots and was over filling them, He once had a shot, Hit the net he did not, Yes he was always missing them.
very droll. the gas had a donkey called matt whose goal scoring fell rather flat paul buckle went on the offensive young matt replied defensive th so gas had bought more tat! well it rhymes
there was a young lady from bude who went on the stage in the nude some fellow out front shouted out **** just like that bl**dy rude there was a young lady from devizes who had breasts of differing sizes one was small hardly anything at all and the other one was large and won prizes there was an old lady from leeds who swallowed a pack of seeds her silly old arse is covered in grass and she cannot sit down for weeds
