I would say "adapted"

The off season,
is yet.
Young.
Better, will be,
to,
COME.

If were pinching poems it has to be Rick from the young ones classic poem .... Cliff cliff ...

"Virtual Wasteland"

Dull and Bleak,
People frightened to speak.

Lurking and meak,
Speachless. Weak.

[uKris[/u

Eyes blue
Temper red
Rusty hair
Freckled leg

They sat,
those heathens.
By the shore.

They burnt,
they crisped.

A blight.

They are diseased,
the pastor swore.

Cast them out,
the filthy swine
They hurt my eyes,
the pasty cankers.

Not white or pink or brown or black.
The blue hued gingers,
those sacks of cack.

I love the impact
I love the scrum
I love to sing out load
When the job is done

I love the strength
I love the skill
I love the passion
Which is displayed at will

I love my rugby
I really do
The rugby league family really is a credit to me & you

[uGoose[/u

Feathers white
Webbed feet
Vicious tongue
Sharp beak

I don't think it was your intention, but I like that.

You judge me unfairly.

[uDuck Letter[/u

Tap
Tap
Tap
£&!$!

Sticky Tippex ribbon

White noise crumple

Hmmm, what's for tea?

Forgotten.

Quack.

The problem at rovers is easy to stop
dump the dwarf and his sandycock
then sort out your forum and remove the puss
especially the one named barnabus

it must be i know sad to watch fc do well
and your own club do nowt but sell sell sell
but never mind and dont get upset
the dwarf hasnt sold you out ...YET

but as things get harder and less walk through the gate
you can all rely on hudge your mate
he always does everything for KR through the right channels
so why is that workman marking out parking for camels??

alas never fear HKR will always be there
for all their fans with webbed fingers and the silky bear
with a new stand to sit in but no one sat there
the new season for you looks dire but FC dont care.

and so onto a finish i will end to say
dont worry I am sure the hobbit will wave as he walks away
as he shakes the hand and recieves the cash
he will look into the new owners eyes and say "off you go you and your son you have a bash"

and across the city the west is all of a titter
cos the Robins are well and truly in the shhitter
but do not worry i ask you that
at least you will have got rid of one little tw&t

I like that.

It's all banter isn't it?
Friendly banter,
nothing to get worked up about.

It's all a joke,
tongue in cheek.
Just a laugh that's all.

just a gigle amongst friends

The poetry thread. Bringing people together with giggles.

Roses are red,
My name is Dave,
This poem makes no sense,
Microwave

Neil Hudgell is a legend
One of our kin
We love it when he get's under their skin
They hate him with passion, loathe him with bile
But petty name calling isn't our style

So we'll stick with Neil if it's all the same
And you stick with Adam what's his name
'cos our gaffer knows rugby and wont let us down
while Pearson will sell his granny for half a crown

How original.



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[uSkint[/u

We have no moolah,
Just dismay from Sandra.

Omari Caro is playing for quavers,
Something the Hudge savours.

Paying peanuts we will get some monkeys,
I'd rather we had Scarborough donkeys.

Superleague Tramps,
I'm quite depressed.

If you're going to speak in Yiddish at least spell the words correctly.

Dunce.

[uThe Jolly Farmer's Wife.[/u

She's jovial and
round of face,
fans of her club
profess her ace.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

She likes her facts
but often acts
with little grace
and poor taste.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

She prefers
counting beans
to flicking beans
she wears high heels
because she feels
without them
she's a shrimp.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

It is always a joy
although I am quite coy
to call her a friend
and
drive
her
around
the
bend.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

She'll catch the goose,
She'll make a noose,
She'll take his life,
The Jolly Farmer's Wife.



Is it the farmer or the wife herself that is jolly?

I'm assuming that's a poor grammar related jibe.

Is it the grammar or the jibe that is poor?

Actually it wasn't.

I like things that can be read or understood two ways.

Uncertainty and ambiguity,
lacking in acuity,
Either hazy or opaque,
Just spit it out for heaven's sake.

It's clearly the wife, although the farmer himself my also be heartened by her jolly disposition.

Simon ruddy Armitage deosn't have to put up with this.

You may as well have started it:
Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss, old fat furry cat-puss.

On this theme, a little song for you, to the tune of the Bagpuss Mice song:

[uSeason passes[/u
We will take them
Counterfeit them
Into town we must plod, plod plod
Silly mices
Expensivest prices
For a Championship squad, squad squad.