Sannino is Gone

Beppe's team win again - now up to 11th. Time to get him back?

 

I asked him 'where do you wanna go?'
Sa na na nino, yeh
Well he went someplace, I don't know
Sa na na nino, yeh

 

Although your heart may be yearning,
He's gone and won't be returning,
He could not play
The English way,
So not enough points was he earning!

 

I asked him 'so, are you happy now?'
Sa na na nino, yeh
He just gave a smile and bow
Sa na na nino, yeh

 

Plenty of points he had got
The players support had he not
All they would say
We won't play that way
So poor old Beppe off did trott.

 

When Beppe was shown to the door
Some of the fans appeared sore
Yet others said he
Was certain to be
Not lost but gone before

 

Should this be renamed the poetry thread?

 

Quite possibly - if there was any actual poetry in this thread - I've not seen any yet..........

 

This chap called vic-rijrode
The Hornet poets he did goad
The stuff doesn't rhyme
To read it it's a Crime
But I like it so here's one for the road.

 

Heeeey! It's all poetry, man...

 

I suppose you're quite correct atp - in that most are limericks after the style of the infamous William McGonagall.......

http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/

 

You have to love "our Wully!"

 

So kiss me quick
And tell me Vic,
What is your heart's desire?
Then I will do,
Just for you
And set your heart on fire!

 

Vic doesn't know poems from bog roll
A limerick's nothing like doggerel
MacGonagall's verse
Was considerably worse
Than five lines from Seamus O'Floggarell

 

I wonder if Sannino would understand all this?

 

Do any of us?

 

Is a chicken Catholic?

 

Chickens seem to have catholic taste

 

They know their pecking order!

 

We have one unnamed chicken. Should I call her Beppe?