Blackpool FC (a poem by me)

Blackpool FC

There is a tiny seaside club,
who play in orange shirts,
and now that reality has returned,
for relegation they are certs,
Crawley,Swindon,Carlsle,
and chesterfield awaits,
empty stands at Gloomfield,
the return of 4,000 gates,
no noise from the donkey boys,
its all been going silent,
since they lost the ginger git,
who talked just like a pirate.

P.Thor 2014

Thor, Thor, where ever you may be,

You sucked the co-ck of P. Diddy

And now the play offs come,

And your getting all giddy,

But we all know how it ends for thee, XD

There was a foolish man called Thor

Who rarely saw his team score

Cant be ****d anymore.

Thor...This is good stuff. It's takes 'Poetry for Retards' to a new level.

Overal, the poem's literary level and the language used therein, speak far more about you than I (or Blackpool FC) ever could.

You are undoubtedly a star of the brightest type.
Keep it up.

Up the MILLERS.

A work of absolute genius :-)

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Originally Posted by pnethor

Blackpool FC

There is a tiny seaside club,
who play in orange shirts,
and now that reality has returned,
for relegation they are certs,
Crawley,Swindon,Carlsle,
and chesterfield awaits,
empty stands at Gloomfield,
the return of 4,000 gates,
no noise from the donkey boys,
its all been going silent,
since they lost the ginger git,
who talked just like a pirate.

P.Thor 2014

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A poet Laureate :D

Keep um coming Thor !!!!