We've all been told off By the teacher So now I've become A lay preacher A glass we shall raise The SWANS we shall praise So we don't gain the wrath Of the teacher. Just an idea picked up from the Norwich board. We have many fine minds here - but it doesn't have to be literary genius, but should preferably be Swans/Football related. So all you budding Dylan Thomas's, fire away..
There once was a player called Marky, Of whom I admit I've been sarky, But he's not very tall And he can't pass a ball He bloody well gets me quite Narky!
There's a forum called not606, Where the Swan's board should be just bliss, But some posters are strange, And some are deranged, While some just plain take the piss
There is a poster called Dilli, Whose name appears quite Silly, But he goes home and away To watch the Swans play, He is Fan Number 1 any Day!
Ahh is that you there SA9? A guy I must add that is fine, To drink with this guy Is great and he'll buy You a pint or two every time !
I think you've got the wrong guy, As my generosity run dry, I can't buy the drinks, Cos my relationship stinks, And my mrs is robbing me blind
I forgot to mention DPJ, about whom there's not much too say! He enjoys a smoke He's an intelligent bloke, I prefer him to Dai anyday!
This thread by PGF White, Looks tough when viewed at first sight, It's a pain in the in the arse, So I'll refill my glass And give it some thought overnight!
Now I should get to bed, As the thinking is hurting my head, But tomorrow will be fine, When thinking subsides, And I head off to my uninspiring crap job instead
Quite so SA9 Quite so, It's off to dream you must go, Go lay down your head On your comfy bed, And dream of Swansea stuffing the crap out of those Manc ********,........ damn it was going so well up to then!
Leons our little Jack Horner So small he can't take a corner The seven he wears Through the middle he tears In fact he's better Than little Jack Horner
There is an old poster named Swim who after drink is incredibly dim. Combined with booze and no sleeps, He posts, when he usually peeps, But wishes his mates glasses full to the brim. Merry crimbo
There is a good man called Jack, whose team used to cause him much flack. But he stuck with his team, now he's living the dream, Cos Jack's Swans are now back with a thwack !
Sir Michael signed a Spaniard named Michu, Since Swans goals had become really an issue. But our Dane he did Great, Cos like when you masturbate, Michu's goals get you reaching for tissue.
There once was a poster called dai, Who made the rest of us want to cry, He agrees with no one, Exept his good friend Brendan, We think he's a little mad like psy (gangham style). All my little brain could do.
We have a poster called Musty, Whose views are incredibly trusty Though in Oz he resides, He comes from Strathclyde And the Swans are his favourite Side!
