How goes it Rushmere Are you still full of cheer Despite being beaten by Hull, One thing you can say On any match day The Championship´s anything but dull It surprised me some Your defeat by one Odd goal, after your first day spree, It must be the air Of East Anglia here That the Tigers like particularly Last year I recall They hardly had the ball When visiting the Delia Dome, But nevertheless They ended up best And a 2-0 win they took back home But this Tuesday night I see that the might Of Southampton visit your way, Would seem a good time To begin to prime The weapons you have, for the fray As regards my team As you may have seen We managed a creditable draw, Up Manchester way With reasonable play But you were right, we didn´t score four But Bolton, they did And dented the lid Of QPR´s PL premier, So a decent start I´d say, on our part But we´ll still need to move up a gear. I´ll be an interested listener on Tuesday.
Well RBF, hello again Your rhyme is long I note But was this prompted by concern Or the chance to have a gloat? Let's try and take this point by point First of all, all's fine But thanks for asking anyway Oh budgie 'friend' of mine. After three goals scored in Brizzle land Saturday was poor I hadn't thought we'd win the league But I did expect much more. I know we're still three players short But the point that really galls In a truly hetrosexual way They should have shown more balls. That said, I'm hoping that I see An improvement Tuesday night A lot more bloody passion And a lot more bloody fight. So if we get that through the team And play at greater pace I'm confident we'll beat the Saints And put them in their place. So now to you, the cuckoo boys In your temporary nest That occupies the Premiership How was your first real test? I saw you scored from open play So fatty Grunty git Must have had a diving fail Do you think that that was it? And no, you didn't beat our three You managed only one With goals (and points) we stay ahead And have a game we won. A loss next and one point from six For you is quite a blow And a downward spiral will commence And back down you will go. But as our team develops And the players start to gel You'll find that we stay miles ahead As time will surely tell. See, there's only one East Anglian team With boots you'll never fill Your little club just can't compete And never ever will Even that old Delia bird Who we see with pot and pan She used to wear the blue and white She's an ex-tractor fan So even your club's owners know We win in terms of class And that their little budgie club's Not fit to kiss our feet. Looking forward to the next RBF - when you have that one point from six
Morning Mr. R, You know me by now I´m not one to crow At others misfortune or fate, I´d happily see You promoted so we Can renew our old ´Derby´ date But what can I do If some will just chew And bite over every last word, No offence meant You old Suffolk gent But hang on a bit, that´s absurd! You really think Stoke Will come to Norfolk And trundle away with the points, With long throws alone It´s a long way home And painful for all our neck joints We know very well Just how tough our spell Will be, but we will beat our way, Past many a foe How many, who knows But the first could well be this Sunday I still think you might Even with some more fight Tomorrow, find Saints a tough nut, But good luck ´n all When they come to call A draw´s the feeling in my gut And if that´s the case And we win the race With Pulis and his pottering men, A win and a draw And a points total, four We´ll both be equal once again Call me Mr. Picky And this Canary chicky Thinks your writing, extremely fine, But try as I may There just was no way To encourage your last verse to rhyme.
This is the start of something epic, if only these feuding gangs settled their differences with a good old fashioned poetry face off...Great work guys
