The Friday Poetry Thread

There's something strange in the water,
no sightings of Nool, just his 'daughter'.
She's here to debate, to chat and mingle,
does anyone know if she is single?
I wonder if she's like her dad a bit,
I rather hope not, I hope she's fit

Is your life so unfulfilled
That you feel the need to build
A new identity
More games from Pasoti

Is it Bunney, thinking he's funny.
Is it Nool being a fool.
Who cares
Wankers

Peggy's a witch
You tell Dane your bitch
By tweet
Hardly discreet

You want a truce
Its just an excuse
So you stay hidden
While others do your bidding

Grovehill won't share your blinkered views
So you mock and then abuse
He's not a Brent believer
He's no Aviva

Why not stick to your site
Instead of all this shite
You've had your fun
Now Dane, just do one.

The time has come,
The Walrus said,
To stop this shite,
And go to bed!

We're going off to play in Yorkie.
That's not quite as nice as sunny Torquay.
But if we come back with three points (or at least one)
I'll remember Rotherham as a lot of fun.

(Sorry, I'm tired and it's late )

Friday here, the end of the week!
4 days gone, not for the meek!
A chance to question James over there!
But thank him first, like a BGBear!

Industrial Revolution, the great need for oil,
Protecting our interest both here and abroad.
Send our soldiers to die in a war for the cause
But is it ourselves that we thus defraud?

I hadn't posted in 2 months and did no harm,
But this week I got a ban from Newell's farm,
I still read pasoti whenever I can
Despite not being on the banned list and having an IP Ban.

This weekend, desperate Argyle are home to the Shrews,
I'm going to the game, but thankfully laced with booze,
I'm not keen on going but its my bro's birthday wish,
I'd rather spend the afternoon happy and on the pish.

Will dimwit Carl and invisible Deehan get us the win?
Or will it be another tactically inept performance with Fletcher's head in a bin?
We need to attack from the start and score goals with glee,
Otherwise we'll lose and be closer to the BSP.

Chemical Ali wrote:

I hadn't posted in 2 months and did no harm,
But this week I got a ban from Newell's farm,
I still read pasoti whenever I can
Despite not being on the banned list and having an IP Ban.

This weekend, desperate Argyle are home to the Shrews,
I'm going to the game, but thankfully laced with booze,
I'm not keen on going but its my bro's birthday wish,
I'd rather spend the afternoon happy and on the pish.

Will dimwit Carl and invisible Deehan get us the win?
Or will it be another tactically inept performance with Fletcher's head in a bin?
We need to attack from the start and score goals with glee,
Otherwise we'll lose and be closer to the BSP.

Nice one mate. Take a hip flask.

Try as I might I can't log into the farm,
Questions of Brent have done me the harm,
No public shame is heaped on my shoulders,
As my ban kept quiet from all the foot soldiers,
I can imagine him doing a big fancy jig,
Who you may ask?
The sly little pig.



We luvs a bit o'banter!

Iggy wrote:

Try as I might I can't log into the farm,
Questions of Brent have done me the harm,
No public shame is heaped on my shoulders,
As my ban kept quiet from all the foot soldiers,
I can imagine him doing a big fancy jig,
Who you may ask?
The sly little pig.



We luvs a bit o'banter!

You're too much trouble
For our farm bubble.
The golden rule
Is don't argue with Nool !

Be a praaaaper faaan
Give as much as Nikkkk can.
No thinking allowed
Just follow the leader and be proud !

Questions for that nice gent Brent just need to be raised
as a freindly Grecian, I was not to be fazed

Greejock provided the ammo, I was his tailgunner
It went up on that site, posted by The Ancient Mariner

Our question lasted on that board barely 2 mins
as it was quickly bannished to that sites, safety bins
,
Now that acount held since the return of, our hero Paul
is, no longer registered on that site, oh how those gifted with vision, fall

I've tried and tried
And tried and tried
To write a Friday poem
Seems my muse has died

Tomorrow we play the Shrews
A game we cannot afford to lose.
I fear for Argyle’s future,
It’ll take more than a little suture,
To halt the plummet down the tubes.

I listened to our leader’s words on the BBC site
And found the feelings to be well..…more than trite
You know, I think he’s clutching at straws
You know, we’ve been creating chances
Twenty six times repeated, reinforcing
The fact that we are not rejoicing.

We’ve been unlucky at home, you know
Just can’t score the goals, just 17 in total
If we had beaten Daggers and Barnet
you know, On 7th heaven we would now be
And as a saviour applauded that would be me.


Merv Plummer

Will Chadders and Macca both be fit
Or will our forward line be e'en worse shit
Lose to the Shrews
And without a doubt
The cry will go up
For "Fletch Out"
BSP Conference begins to loom
To bear out Freathy's tidings of doom
'Tis indeed most thought provoking
That the question next year may be "Goin' Woking?"

Greenjock wrote:

Is your life so unfulfilled
That you feel the need to build
A new identity
More games from Pasoti

Is it Bunney, thinking he's funny.
Is it Nool being a fool.
Who cares
Wankers

Peggy's a witch
You tell Dane your bitch
By tweet
Hardly discreet

You want a truce
Its just an excuse
So you stay hidden
While others do your bidding

Grovehill won't share your blinkered views
So you mock and then abuse
He's not a Brent believer
He's no Aviva

Why not stick to your site
Instead of all this shite
You've had your fun
Now Dane, just do one.

Just noticed this one................

The ones after were funny too !

I think we're done for. What a feckin tragedy. I blame
the prevailent mentality

Nice day today,
So I went for a beer,
Drank too many,
And now I'm here.

Moist_Von_Lipwig wrote:

Nice day today,
So I went for a beer,
Drank too many,
And now I'm here.

Me three.............

A veggie diet,
That's for me,
No more snipe,
And all pork free

It's egg chasing at the mo' for me,
A team that wins a joy to see,
Stormers twenty seven Auckland Blues seventeen,
50000 at Newlands all super keen.

Soon it will be back to Home Park,
For that old Argyle lark,
Will yet more depression set in,
Or perhaps perchance I'll see a win.

Galaxy again on Sunday
Meant to be pissin' with rain
Been a poor start so far to the season
I'm in store for more Argyle style pain for no reason

Hello you foreign ( ) turds
Its only on Friday we want your words.

T'was still Friday here...
With four minutes to spare.

Thirty nine years of age
His next will be a birthday to toast
The relegation chapter turns another page
With this giant from up the coast

How inspiring, better than Feeney,
at last a lump, at last a meany
Just don't expect a guaranteed ace
Just don't expect, anything like pace

Its friday poetry thread and I thought I would cheat
So here it is read it and weap

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Four years ago we dared to dream
about top flight football and Steve MacLean
scoring loads of goals for the mighty Greens.
We were idiots…

Ian ‘Soundbite’ Holloway led us to the top.
(Well 4th), but then the incline stopped.
He left us to lead the Foxes to the drop.
What a sod….

The team he had built was soon to break.
Halmosi and Norris and Ebanks-Blake
All sold but not adequately replaced,
The dream was over.

Back came Sturrock for a second term
bought in Scottish players (none from the ‘Old Firm’)
Turns out they were shite, fans started to squirm
We were rubbish again.

The board had to sell our biggest stars.
We had been so near, yet were now so far
and even ‘The Beast’ Kristian Timar
Was rubbish.

Survived one more season with our team of duds.
Mariner came in, dropped to League 1 with a ‘thud’
All that talk of Holloway having ‘Green blood’
Seemed miles away…

So farewell Mr Mariner, Welcome Mr Reid.
Maybe the manager the club really needs
But the board fecked up with their ‘ambition’ and greed
We were doomed.

Financial problems, and administration.
Four years we were up, now massive deflation
Because of a second successive relegation.
Supporting Argyle is shit sometimes.

So we’re back in league 2, this is really shitty
And a division below feckin Exeter City!
I’m reaching the end of this depressing ditty.
Green Army!

Well what a week we've had,
win against Shrews and a point from the gas,
have signed a new player,
although fat and old,
we'll pay him from profits of the land Brenty sold.

1
Our team is Argyle
they can play well and please us:
often they don't.

2
Football is often
cold and so disappointing.
Too soon comes Summer.

3
Argyle leaves the league
BSP will welcome us
big ripple in small pond.