but the qpr fans wont go gay warnock would have wrenched a head of it shoulder but hasselbank might be a bit colder if we can eak out a draw for warnock that would have been really poor but hasselbink it might open the door when will ferdinand ever understand that its no good having a manager who you must hold his hand one day the rs are going up again and on the play offs once more ill ride that train and by then les ferdinand will have developed his brain or on the floor there will be a messy stain now watch old qprted get embarressed by the score as brighton get done three nil in what would have been a goal less draw poor bobby zamoras dream return is messed up by his stadium tour the writings on the wall, but brighton didnt observe, hoiletts hatrick has been long overdue he has destroyed one of the chosen few the rangers win on a sea of white and blue this shows, that there one thing in life you can never predict,fate and destiny always rule this is the strangest game that you call football now im all exited i think im going to the game i must be a fool
THERE ONCE WAS A MAN CALLED TED, WHO HAD NOTHING BUT HOOPS IN HIS HEAD, THE R'S GAVE JIMMY THE JOB, TED SAID 'LES, YOU'RE A KNOB' BECAUSE TED WANTED WARNOCK INSTEAD.
My dear chap, with regard to your opening lines: When Brighton come I won't "go" gay One can't "go" when already that way But there's one thing to say Whether glum, grey or gay It's for Rangers to win that we pray!
There is nothing like a pome To get the neck hairs bristling Any old rime will do To get me humming singing and whistling Throw in a QPR A Loftus Road and R Block I'll be flipping back flipping And jigging around the clock
I once drove to see the mighty QPR In my knackered out old blue and white car It broke down so we missed the bar But rangers won so I shouted huragh... Leave poor old Ted alone, please take the p!ss out of my p!ss poor effort instead Now come on you R's
To Ted and anyone else lucky enough to be going to the game, enjoy and bring home 3 points. Wish I was there.
Saw that from Ted Brighton is a mess for sure but it's our San Francisco. You have to blame English culture for the stereotypical stuff. Brighton should be known for the place where London people who have done nothing in life apart from sell their houses, moved to Brighton pretending to be trendy and clever. I can tell you most then try and move out of Brighton moaning about how their old London homes are worth 500k more now. The city is choked with tosspots
gosh a whole lot of poets i have 4000 qpr poems to put onto this site you guys can read my poems every day wopw wow wow ive never been so loved in my life
Lets hope we score, and finally get a win, or I'll be up all night, with a bottle of gin Cmon the lads, shoot better than a drunken bimbo, give us an early prezzie, after all, it is nearly chrimbo!
a thread from ted is worse than a bed that a cat has had a piss in for the sake of the few who cant take any more I propose we go kick his head in!
i love my head kicked in but it does cause a terrible din my nose of course cant be broken but loopr never a truer word spoken my poetry puts me into the poster of the season bracket but if we lose tonight against brighton im going to cause a terrible racket
if we lose tonight im going to jump out the window thats for sure please dont try to stop me hasselbains football is more than i can endure only the man who drives a tractor can restore my desire to survive only he can give me the will to want to stay alive
SB's poetry fragments Mary had a little lamb And it was always gruntin' So she tied it to a five bar gate And kicked it's little XXXX in. [Traditional] The pointy birds A pointy pointy Anoint my head Anointy nointy [Reiner C] The burger joint Around the bend Where the meals, thank Christ, are skimpy For you that's how the world could end Not with a bang But with a Wimpy [J Cooper Clarke after TS Eliot] They **** you up, your mum and dad They may not mean to, but they do [Larkin P] Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death! [Betjeman J] I may not know much about poetry, but I know what I like. Writing it is beyond my skill set, nice one Ted.
Oh Stan oh Stan, you are the man, I love my cheese but not so keen on the flan, I really do hope QPR have the master plan, to stuff Brighton oh Jimmy what a man!
Loopy......just be a tad more careful in your posts, the last line may have seemed funny at the time of typing it but it doesn't read well......
An Ode to Ted Ted, Ted Tell me how do you feel When you're lying in bed Thinking of Neil? Ted, Ted With little clenched fists Thinking of Les And his manager lists Ted, Ted Please hear my refrain Don't type too much It'll give you eye strain Ted, Ted Our venerable poet He's very well liked He just doesn't know it Ted, Ted Well Charlie scored two Maybe Jimmy's the man To see us on through Ted, Ted Cheer up now old mate While Colin eats game hen You've pie 'n mash on your plate Ted, Ted Your pal Facto's departed Face up to it squire You shouldn't have farted.
Two all two all this night should have been R's, Jimmy is the man and bollocks, I give up on poetry and will get my coat...
Ted as a boy did you stand in the shed and sing "hate Chelsea" in your head get a life for ****s sake, its a bloody poem. Strange that you think its ok for Mary to have her XXXX kicked in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was feeling blue, blue, blue As Brighton hit us with the old one-two Then along came Charlie our ace With a magnificent net-busting brace Woo-hoo, 2-2, who-hoo Poetry's a piece of piss...
