The Friday Poetry Thread

Walking through the hushed mass,
twisting and meandering past the communal abyss
lost, confused misplaced in a new place
I eventually found the loo - ter piss.


Weekend, hurrah, I must back James!
His formal attire, his lack of games!
His clean cut look, his dodgy mates
Chopping out anyone he doesn't rate
Gillingham at home, wave our green wand,
I won't be there, I'm watching Bond

Der der der der dede-deder der der der dede-deder, de de de DEDEEEERRRRR, de der derrrrr!

The 14th page, what joy! at last!
Page thirteen made I aghast!
A new leaf turned, the rhymes are back
Get your poems in, mustn't slack!

Poorly pony off to vets,
It's eaten lead so they say,
Enough to put her off her hay,
I feel a bill will wing its way,
To my door come Monday,
Alas a hole in the ground is where she'll stay.

Not a drop has passed my lips
today.
I might have a small one later.

But tomorrow when the match
is on
I think I'll need a big one.

Made the beer,
Hung the door,
Drunk some beer,
Now I want more.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My other account's a multi,
How about you?

The clocks have changed
The nights are drawing in, but
No matter how cold it is outside
I swear it's colder in

Argyle Argyle you drag me down, when o when will speccy sack the clueless clown.

There was a man from Devizes,
Who's balls were irregular sizes.
One was so small, almost nothing at all,
With the other,
He often won prizes.

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
I've got alzheimers,
Teapot, hatstand, pasty.

Hirsute capitalist,
There is no way,
You can add to this thread,
On any old day.

Saturday posting, jeez whatever next
In the FPT? please no more rhyming text!

I'm with you,
I agree Mock,
That wanker Hairy,
Just don't give a fock.

Up your bum
With bubblegum

Remembrance Sunday,
Should be for,
A minutes silence,
Nothing more.

FAO Hairy, it's Friday you moose.
So throw out those poems, with haste, let loose!
Satdee tomo, but no Argyle to mug me
Instead I'll be off, HQ for the rugby
Swing low the auld Chariot, carry me home
Shit in a cup, drinking piss with aplomb!

Hairy where fore art thou?
Cat got your pen?
Another week of shite,
Feeling better now,
Might have a beer.

Here I am as good as ever,
Trying to rhyme although I'm not clever,
Never ever call me Trevor.

I don't even know who we are playing tomorrow,
Hope it ne'er ends in sorrow.

Proper poncey word there, do I get a point or summat?

Fleetwood's
feet would
score against us
if we let them.

Argyle
socks
it to 'em
won't we?

Youuuuum naaaaaaat praaaaaaaper faaaaaaans,
Any of thee !
Geddon you janners and join the GT's !

Twelve hours in a coach, is there tv ?
Stop bleddy moanin
And enjoy your pasty !

At Fleetwood's Highbury,
Just over 5k is the capacity !
Look how far they've come, the Cod Army.

Will Fletch deliver or stare blankly ?
Errrrrm yeah, no, changin rooms were small
YknowwhatI mean, dodgy referee ! ?

After a day of unbridled Aviva bonhomie,
And returning to Muff at a quarter to three.
There's just time for a brief synopsis on Pasoti.

Who's goin Bradford on Tuesdee ?

Exciting times
This coming weekend
The Killing 3
A heady blend
Some extra sleep
And general rest
And now it's warm*
Which is the best

*Can't think of a rhyme for 'I had my cavity wall insulation done on Tuesday'

Pasoti's crap and run by pigs
Multi's cant resist sly digs
Poodles post and then roll over
Newell fell from a cliff in Dover.

Switched on BBC1
What the flying feck is this crap?!
Children in need?
In need of a slap.

Outside it is wet
Inside it is dry,
Nice

Hairy J is flipping A
Flipping A is hairy j

Ssat motionless as rocks
Argyle are playing like cocks
Wearing underpants that I believe are mocks.
He must be missing them

Hugh watt, Hugh watt, Hugh watt, hugh watt, Hugh watt?