Guns Blazing

We know you´ll be gunning
For points when you´re coming
To Carrow Road, Saturday noon,
But if we´re red hot
Some of our own shot
Could easily cause you to swoon

It´s not in attack
Where we have been slack
But at t´other end recently,
Where gaps have appeared
And we haven´t cleared
Our lines satisfactorily

But underestimate
Us, and this week´s date
Could backfire, there in your face,
There´ll be no mercy
Even with van Persie
If you give us acres of space

But we know full well
That you´ll give us hell
If we let you roam around too,
And make no mistake
The one point we´d take
Right now, from this televised do

And although of course
We´re not quite the force
That you, under Wenger, are yet,
What keeps us agog
Is when the underdog
In this game, can cause an upset

So if Lady Luck
Helps us break our duck
Against you, at home in this league,
´Twould be about time
As in the previous nine
We´ve failed to accomplish the deed

But we´re full of heart
Up here in these parts
And confident Lambert P´s way,
Of finding young stars
From both near and far
In the short and the long term will pay

So have a safe trip
And if we should slip
Some goals past your lot, never fear,
It´s maybe serene
And peaceful and green
But we too have guns blazing here.


Must admit, would still be delighted with a point.

 

You've got far too much time on your hands fella

 

Jealousy is such an ugly trait

 

Jealous of what?

 

Morning Mr. PISKIE
Just feeling frisky
And aching for football again,
To return our way
After a free Saturday
For the third time in goodness knows when.

 

Having time on his hands to do things he wants to

 

Piske is always Frisky
And my comment about time, although taken as a crime,
was simply meant, without callous intent.

Damn, you've got me at it now

 

Excellent! Contagious poetry

 

Didn´t worry me
Dear Mr. PISKIE
For I can always make some time,
To talk of the game
That brings joy and pain
And hopefully still make it rhyme.

 

Hi RBF, Lovely poetry again, and, just for a change, a visitor from their camp!

Mr. PISKIE, RBF is our resident bard, he now is unable to speak unless it's in rhyme

 

Well done Piskie, my Lavaza nearly came out of my nose reading this thread, cracked me up.......Brilliant as always RBF, i stopped commenting on every poem so as not to look like i fancy you....Dave would get jealous............. Gunners will give us a drubbing i fear

 

If its a rhyme you pen to give you hope
then the ink on the page will wash out with soap
for we know you canaries will happily sing
but after the match 606 you wont ring
A point for you on the day would be good
but as much chance as Chamakh wearing his hood.

 

Yes, I also fear
Your armoury there
Will hold more than our guns can match,
But we can hope
That some dozy dope
Puts blanks in this Saturday´s batch.

 

if you score a goal
i shall eat a vole
because youll get smashed
like my auntie tashed
so stop the dreaming
arsenals points shall be gleaming

BRAP BRAP BRAP YEAAAA BOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

I thought you boys liked tights ,mittens and snoods ?

 

Our boys all like to spot a dress
But I think you we'll impress
with our all out attacking I confess
it'll cause chaos and make you a mess.

 

SN23 there is not enough love in the world to pay RBF his dues, no jealousy from me I promise!

I always comment on his posts because all the effort he puts in to his poetry deserves as much praise as we can muster!

Also, I appreciate good literature, I'm not one of your Stratford Philistines

 

I'm a Canary fan, and a Gunner too
Come Saturday which shall I choose?
I don't really have to make up my mind
And no way am I going to lose!

 

Gervihno, Gervihno
His forehead is immense
He'll rape your defense
Gervihno, Gervihno