Poetry Corner

“Sigh no more,” moron, sigh no more!
Let laughter have voice, for a change;
Let there be pleasure, let there be goodness;
Be kind, be kind and be knowing!

Let like keep with like, and no more
Weeping; let rats dance with rats and
Not be sorry; let laughter last
Longer than weeping.

And Jesus will appear to sort out
The good rats from the rats
That are left, and the god
Will say with loud voice: “Be rats!

And I will be hard with you, for all
That you complain: may the earth
Be sore with you upon it;
May the earth always be in your way.”


By K.Bates

 

Millwall are
****s
Their fans are all
Nobheads

Kenny Jackett looks like a
Huge rodent
And so does
Neil Harris
Though he's now moved on to greener pastures
Which is understandable

The Den is a huge pile of
Steaming ****
And London is an
Abominable ****house full of
Looting pikeys and cockney scum

"Where is Bates from?"
I hear myself asking
"London,"
I hear myself replying
"That explains it then."
What a moron.

 

lmfao

 

Neil Harris Has only got one ball,
Is other is on Kenny Jacketts wall,
Is brother the silly Buggar,
Noshed him off when he was only Four

 

Millwall are a steaming sack of ****ing ****.

Not every poem has to rhyme.

 

You'll still want us to beat hammers though