The Friday Poetry Thread

HBLC wrote:

First post. Worst post. Wont boast. Look, ghost.

Ghost of AT past, come back home at last ?

Friday again!
I once again cry?
Where has the week gone?
Time really does fly!
Three points tomorrow,
and all will be well.
No points tomorrow,
and life will be hell.

Tringreen wrote:

HBLC wrote:

First post. Worst post. Wont boast. Look, ghost.

Ghost of AT past, come back home at last ?

Alas, no. It was Edgar Allan Poe.

Our SUperfans have been troubled by twitter spam
Exeter will lose by six goals against oldham
England cricket is shit bring back Goochey,
The grecians will be embarassed by hattrick hero Shefki Kuqi
Tisdale in his cravat what a toff
He will be saying 'well done for the win' to Paul Dickov
Argyle fans will be cheering ' we beat Crawley'
Depressed, drunken Downy will declare 'I feel poorly'

I want to meet the guys and gals tomorrow
But no,
I can't,
I'm full of sorrow.

I can make an evening match in the week
Maybe then we can speak.

Oh flippin eck I've been reading
And to my horror I learn
Tomorrow my picture might be taken
Leaving my cheeks to burn

My hair it looks so tatty
A cut's well overdue
Don't know if I can pay with nectar points
If not it'll just have to do

And then there is the question
Of suitable garments to wear
To keep me warm at football
And take eyes away from my hair

It's difficult being a woman
With men's expectations so high
So when he gets that camera out
I'll probably have to say 'bye'

Or happen to be in the toilet
Or outside with a sneaky fag
Or otherwise elsewhere so no-one can say
Who on earth is that ugly old bag

A welcome to HBLC,
From all of us on ATD,
I think that it's fate,
That more will migrate,
The Farm ain't what it used to be.

Friday Friday Friday
Its the weekend nigh day
Every weekday is a sigh day
But not my favourite - its Friday

Peggy wrote:

Oh flippin eck I've been reading
And to my horror I learn
Tomorrow my picture might be taken
Leaving my cheeks to burn

My hair it looks so tatty
A cut's well overdue
Don't know if I can pay with nectar points
If not it'll just have to do

And then there is the question
Of suitable garments to wear
To keep me warm at football
And take eyes away from my hair

It's difficult being a woman
With men's expectations so high
So when he gets that camera out
I'll probably have to say 'bye'

Or happen to be in the toilet
Or outside with a sneaky fag
Or otherwise elsewhere so no-one can say
Who on earth is that ugly old bag

Ah bless,
never mind,
a couple of pints and you'll look fine.

No Matter What

No matter what mud they sling
No matter what mire they bring
No matter what they insinuate
No matter what mess they create
No matter who does this,
No matter which gay clown,
No matter how obsessed
He won't take the buuuys of ATD down
ROARYSAURUS

Friday poetry on ATD...
Is better than any thread on Pasoti.

Weekend

I'm going for Thai tonight
I like their food, I'd never smite
Their curries red, even green too
A spice repeated, in my poo

Can anyone on here pretend
To have any plans for this weekend?

So what did this week bring,
The senior greens met with Brent,
The Pres and Nooly also went,
ATD had a Dingle sting,
Once again no money was spent


I've always been rubbish at poetry, but I do try

He’ll like you today
And stab you tomorrow
He hasn’t any friends
He Just uses them to borrow

I hear that drums that are banging
Of rumours of the day
His latest friend he’s slagging
In his most obnoxious way

So as we use ATD
In its intended way
We’ll leave the poor sod crying
Because he cannot get his way

An afternoon spent,

watching the cricket

Good stuff from Broad,

Just the ticket

I hope he gets another 50

Before losing his wicket

he'll become my second sporting hero

With Bolton's Michael Ricketts



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The sky is blue today

There's nothing more to say

'Peace in our time !'
El Presidente did ordain.
But it only applies to ATD,
Pasoti want their own way again !

Saturday tomorrow and we're still fecking shite
Will I to Port Vale, I might not or I might.

The sky is blue,
The sea is Green,
Put your trust,
In old John Deehan

Oh my poor head
I wish I had stayed in bed
My eyes are sore
My nose is running
I'll shut the door
Then no-one can come in.
I'll dose myself to make it right
And struggle to the bar tonight.

Tonight I will see Sally Snow,
We are giving out Trust certificates, ya know.
It's pretty clear I have no life
Argyle is my wife.

Tomorrow I will listen to the game at Port Vale,
Hear the Green Army that travelled by car,coach or rail.
Let's hope for a win
Else the scarf's in the bin!

Sunny Devon'
'tis a joy,
you'm on ATD,
'stead of working buuy.

Note to self, outside now!

A beautiful Friday morning
Just been out for a walk
Down by the sea with the four year old*
And of the boats we did talk

Now she's doing some painting
And I'm sitting by being cool
Dinner to get and then comes the time
When I finally take her to school

*(but only just)

We travel to the midlands in search of a win,
Thank f*ck the useless Sutherland is in the bin,
Bignot's shame is forgotton and he signs a long term deal,
And we have a DOF whose managerial experience is real.

Mumbling Carl might start playing on the right
I hope I never hear 'you know' on his interviews on Spotlight
Brenty is supporting the club with some money and pop
But we need a big striker like Julian 'donkey' Allsop

Paul Daniels has lost a finger so can't do a trick
We need someone like Friio to score another hattrick*
The Good Ship Pilgrim is setting sail
For a 5-1 win against Port Vale

* it might have been only two goals in the 5-1 win?

Proletarianisation,
Now there's a long word,
From a Times crossword,
I'm trying to solve,

The GAS board elections,
Will happen gung ho,,
The purpose and roles though,
What do they involve?

Port Vale tomorrow,
But if Argyle don't score,
The Forza Verde roar,
Will slowly dissolve,