FA Cup poem 2021 II (remember going straight into R3, that was cool)
[obvs listen on Ringing The Blues for true experience]
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In Buckinghamshire, north and south
We know our beasts, we watch our mouth
The swan’s our symbol, that sacred bird
Nice in an omelette, or so I’ve heard
The Queen protects her tasty beasts
We fear their beaks and plan no feasts
But outside Bucks, the rules are hazy
Animal welfare; it’s all gone crazy
In Peterborough the scene is mad
Swans for brunch, hounds gone bad
In salty Plymouth they harpoon whales
In Colchester you’ll find few cats with tails
But worst of all; the cold north east
“surely they care for primates at least!”
Well please sit down and prepare for a thriller
We need to discuss how they treat gorillas
The story goes that one day in history
A sailor washed up; a man of mystery
Three foot three, a sturdy tail
“Probably French, stick him in jail”
Hartlepool’s leaders, full of rage
Went to see this thing in its cage
“String him up, he’s an evil spy
We sentence this Frenchman to die”
Except of course this isn’t true
It was online content from 1862
Written by a man called Ned
But like the monkey, he’s now dead
Every club needs an icon
Even if it’s some sort of lie/con
Hartlepool have an ape so bony
Wycombe have a man called Tony
Whoever prevails in Saturday’s game
Will struggle to match the worldwide fame
Of a sentenced monkey hanging sadly
A simian sailor whose life went badly
Comments
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As always fantastic
Wycombe have got a few icons, @oilysailor is one of them.
Bravo.
Love the FA Cup, and love this FA Cup tradition! Thank you!
The FA Cup has officially begun!
Also: come on Sudbury!
One of the seasons highlights as usual Bravo
Well done @oilysailor, very slick! Seriously, bravo!!
Look forward to this every year
Every year I say it... There really needs to be a definitive collection of these, for reference, and pure reading pleasure, as they go way back towards the beginning of the century. There must be an old 'gasroom 1.0' archive somewhere, where these can be found, saved and then presented as a collection, along with the more recent ones. Surely...? They are too good just to be blown away in the wind.
Remains our most glorious tradition