FA Cup third round day, anyone have a poem to start us off?
Feels like there's a new optimism in the air after a somewhat gloomy start to the year. League takes preference but this game feels eminently winnable. COYB!
FA Cup third round
It's fucking freezing outside
Come on you chairboys
I'm not known for my poetry skills, sorry.
With pessimism spiking
Wycombe signed a viking
We can't pronounce his name yet
Let's go and cause an upset
Maybe we should make this
a poetry only thread.
Even while the match is on,
and you're ranting about Fred.
Can our Wycombe rhymes
Silence Pompey chimes?
This atmosphere is hell
Until someone silences that bell
I wonder if he'll be trying to take a whizz on our seats like he did v Southampton.
Might find it freezes up / snaps off if he does.
By the sounds of it, he's even more notorious and less popular among Pompey fans than Mr Drummer is among ours
There are subtle signs
We live in different times
Whilst Pompey chimes are waining
The Chairboys drum bangs on
And on
Not poetry, unfortunately
Lacking both metre and rhyme
Post these in the other thread
if you find the time.
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Feels like there's a new optimism in the air after a somewhat gloomy start to the year. League takes preference but this game feels eminently winnable. COYB!
FA Cup third round
It's fucking freezing outside
Come on you chairboys
I'm not known for my poetry skills, sorry.
With pessimism spiking
Wycombe signed a viking
We can't pronounce his name yet
Let's go and cause an upset
Maybe we should make this
a poetry only thread.
Even while the match is on,
and you're ranting about Fred.
Can our Wycombe rhymes
Silence Pompey chimes?
This atmosphere is hell
Until someone silences that bell
I wonder if he'll be trying to take a whizz on our seats like he did v Southampton.
Might find it freezes up / snaps off if he does.
By the sounds of it, he's even more notorious and less popular among Pompey fans than Mr Drummer is among ours
There are subtle signs
We live in different times
Whilst Pompey chimes are waining
The Chairboys drum bangs on
And on
And on
And on
Not poetry, unfortunately
Lacking both metre and rhyme
Post these in the other thread
if you find the time.