S.W.A.L.K

Roses are red
Poetry is fun
When you write them to the
Echo of a thompson gun

 

There was a GCer from Leeds,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds,
Within the hour his head was a flower,
But his balls were covered in weeds.

 

I've changed name,
And my signature will be read,
There is a huge sum,
For chasing Dev's baldy head.

 

Pudley is huffing
Mindy's not bright
That's 2 Fenian poems
And not one single bite

 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some post on here
Without having a clue

Telling your stories
To people not met
Sharing your info
All over the net

Mocking our families
Is a step over the line
But we few, poofy mongos
Do it all the time

High pitched commando
Delivered Italy's finest
Grieving Frenchman
The UKs whiniest

Rolly polly dads
And great labour trouble
Brother in laws
Turning the Clutha to rubble

Lots of you here
With kids on the spectrum
And a few oriental wives
Sliding one up the rectum

Stinging comments
That make you go "ouch"
Hark for the days
Of Gambol and the couch

This gets too personal
Tell us less about you
Meanwhile a shout out
To our Protestant Jew

Time to move on now
This causes such beef
Listen to Mindy
And lie through your teeth

 

How's the missus btw?

 

Menshy

 

That a boy

 

Huns frothing

Tims beeling

Nigels seething

Such a perfect day......

 

On European Trophies...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Rangers died with one
Dons live with two.

 

Mon’s fae the Congo
Mindy’s a mongo

The end

WATP

 

Tiger, tiger, burning bright.
This thread is ****e.

 

ST, ST,
Plesse come back,
I'm ****ing sick,
Of pleaseslapme

****in' yaaaaaaaasssssssss

 

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Celtic zero
Valencia two

FTP

 

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Can't

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Mongo

Without

Mon