An ode to the capital

[BlueArmy 86]

Re: An ode to the capital

Swimming in channel view jumping in boseys
Then round to the black bridge we called soapys

[splott parker]

Re: An ode to the capital

We went through the managers like no-one could say
Despite a brief respite under Eddie May
Hibbitt and Osman even Phil Neal
We’d have been better off with Billy the Seal
Frank and Gould, the late Billy Ayre
Did the Kumars and Joan really care
Then it happened, was it a scam
The saviour was a shyster named Sam
Lennie came with money to spend
The ice creams were flowing, would the fun ever end
Gabbidon, Kav and Peter Thorne
Christ, we didn’t know that we were born
We were rolling in money, we had some clout
It’s the City though, of course it was soon up the spout
Sam said ‘Not Me’
It was your spending spree
Now you owe Langstone and HMRC
I s’pose fair play to Ridsdale, he fought and he fought
Every week was a ‘wind up’ in court
F*ck knows what happened to turn it around
A Cup Final at Wembley and a new frigging ground
Since then it’s been better than those dungeon times
The Algarve Cup won in sunnier climes
The red came and went, forcing some fans to flee
One a stalwart on here, our own TLG
Something’s afoot, though, we don’t know the reason
But he’s bit his own bullet and got a ticket for this season
Two goes at the Prem, gave us some hope
But we know our place, lower down we can cope
And so to this season, we surely can’t fail
How bloody could we with a fit Gareth Bale
That went well and it really grates
That he and his daft hair are off to the States
We’ve got loads of goalies but no-one up front
But we’re safe in the knowledge we’ve still got Dai Hunt

[the other bob wilson]

Re: An ode to the capital

We went through the managers like no-one could say
Despite a brief respite under Eddie May
Hibbitt and Osman even Phil Neal
We’d have been better off with Billy the Seal
Frank and Gould, the late Billy Ayre
Did the Kumars and Joan really care
Then it happened, was it a scam
The saviour was a shyster named Sam
Lennie came with money to spend
The ice creams were flowing, would the fun ever end
Gabbidon, Kav and Peter Thorne
Christ, we didn’t know that we were born
We were rolling in money, we had some clout
It’s the City though, of course it was soon up the spout
Sam said ‘Not Me’
It was your spending spree
Now you owe Langstone and HMRC
I s’pose fair play to Ridsdale, he fought and he fought
Every week was a ‘wind up’ in court
F*ck knows what happened to turn it around
A Cup Final at Wembley and a new frigging ground
Since then it’s been better than those dungeon times
The Algarve Cup won in sunnier climes
The red came and went, forcing some fans to flee
One a stalwart on here, our own TLG
Something’s afoot, though, we don’t know the reason
But he’s bit his own bullet and got a ticket for this season
Two goes at the Prem, gave us some hope
But we know our place, lower down we can cope
And so to this season, we surely can’t fail
How bloody could we with a fit Gareth Bale
That went well and it really grates
That he and his daft hair are off to the States
We’ve got loads of goalies but no-one up front
But we’re safe in the knowledge we’ve still got Dai Hunt

:ayatollah::ayatollah:

[William Treseder]

Re: An ode to the capital

We went through the managers like no-one could say
Despite a brief respite under Eddie May
Hibbitt and Osman even Phil Neal
We’d have been better off with Billy the Seal
Frank and Gould, the late Billy Ayre
Did the Kumars and Joan really care
Then it happened, was it a scam
The saviour was a shyster named Sam
Lennie came with money to spend
The ice creams were flowing, would the fun ever end
Gabbidon, Kav and Peter Thorne
Christ, we didn’t know that we were born
We were rolling in money, we had some clout
It’s the City though, of course it was soon up the spout
Sam said ‘Not Me’
It was your spending spree
Now you owe Langstone and HMRC
I s’pose fair play to Ridsdale, he fought and he fought
Every week was a ‘wind up’ in court
F*ck knows what happened to turn it around
A Cup Final at Wembley and a new frigging ground
Since then it’s been better than those dungeon times
The Algarve Cup won in sunnier climes
The red came and went, forcing some fans to flee
One a stalwart on here, our own TLG
Something’s afoot, though, we don’t know the reason
But he’s bit his own bullet and got a ticket for this season
Two goes at the Prem, gave us some hope
But we know our place, lower down we can cope
And so to this season, we surely can’t fail
How bloody could we with a fit Gareth Bale
That went well and it really grates
That he and his daft hair are off to the States
We’ve got loads of goalies but no-one up front
But we’re safe in the knowledge we’ve still got Dai Hunt

Brilliant 👍

[jimmyscoular]

Re: An ode to the capital

Faggots and peas up the Market stairs,
Cockles at the door.
Bored conductors seeking fares,
A stuffed bear’s silent roar.

Egg and chips at Astey’s,
The chilly Empire Pool.
Greasy, lovely pasties,
Wagon Wheels at school.

Sunday dinner, roasted lamb,
Dad on the lam at the pub,
Toffee apples from my mam,
Custard slices, lovely grub.

A Bowyer’s porkie pie,
Dvorak’s Hovis bread.
Massive knot in too-short tie
Half-inch snow, grab the sled.

Black-faced coalman, white-faced milkman,
Window washer on a ladder.
Rag-and-bone-man, pungent dustman,
Making every boy’s heart gladder.

[William Treseder]

Re: An ode to the capital

Faggots and peas up the Market stairs,
Cockles at the door.
Bored conductors seeking fares,
A stuffed bear’s silent roar.

Egg and chips at Astey’s,
The chilly Empire Pool.
Greasy, lovely pasties,
Wagon Wheels at school.

Sunday dinner, roasted lamb,
Dad on the lam at the pub,
Toffee apples from my mam,
Custard slices, lovely grub.

A Bowyer’s porkie pie,
Dvorak’s Hovis bread.
Massive knot in too-short tie
Half-inch snow, grab the sled.

Black-faced coalman, white-faced milkman,
Window washer on a ladder.
Rag-and-bone-man, pungent dustman,
Making every boy’s heart gladder.

Nice one
Thought i’d start these threads for a bit of light relief from all the bad news every day. 👍