Derby Day poem....

[davymcfc]

Got sent this today. Lovely stuff.

 

[roj]

No.

We're not the red dippers. That is fucking cringe.

Know what you mean but it's well written and MES only has one mate so I'm all for Morrissey pissing on his own team.

 

[Leto]

Manchester City
Are better than United
Get used to it rags

 

[El Gringo]

The coach driver banged on the artists door
Keep the noise down - i insist, i implore

Be a good neighbour and know your place
Please let us back in the title race

For were Man Utd, the COCKS of the north
Im special you know, i cant finish fourth

So ill scream and ill shout and ill stamp my feet
And make up some shit that the press can all tweet

All in an effort to deflect the fact
Im a boring, bus parking, delusional t**t

 

[Bilboblue]

Not my work of art - but well done to whoever produced this beauty!

‘Twas the 10th of December,
Reds 8 points behind,
Mourinho was planning,...
Not one clue could he find.
Men against boys,
And this was no friendly,
2-1 at home,
Silva, Otamendi.
‘It’s not fair!’ - he whined,
He did curse and did cuss,
‘If only I’d done anything,
But park that big bus.’
It drove him insane, to the land of cuckoo,
Two assists from the clown - Romelu Lukaku.
Beaten at home for the whole world to see,
‘I know!’ said Jose,
‘I’ll blame the referee!’
Nobody laughed, it wasn’t too funny,
‘But..but...,’ came the cry,
‘At least we earn our own money!’
Unimpressed as they were,
With their teams lowly feats,
All that was left was to sing:
‘Empty seats!’
Worn out old songs,
And dreary sad rhymes,
Still living on the treble,
Hollow chants of ‘20 times’.
When all’s said and done they’re left feeling bereft,
Ranting on about history,
As it’s all they’ve got left.
The reds fans went home, in a collective trance,
To Dublin and Belfast, London, Penzance.
But all that mattered after, by a quarter to seven,
Was the eight point gap had now grown to eleven.”

This is magnificent.

 

[Mad Eyed Screamer]

Know what you mean but it's well written and MES only has one mate so I'm all for Morrissey pissing on his own team.

Lol

 

[KS55]

At the swamp, the City slickers
Win the game, and cause a fuss
Mou, red of face with twisted knickers
Park the bus, park the bus, park the bus.

City's play is smooth as silk.
United swear and cuss
Duck your heads, here comes the milk
Park the bus, park the bus, park the bus.

Now we stand eleven points clear,
Maurinho's just a wuss,
What is that noise, we all can hear?
Park the bus, park the bus. park the bus.

 

[Indaparkside]

Fuck off mourinho you know your team is crap, good job we don't still have balotelli or you'd of got a fucking slap.
So fuck off with your moaning the table doesn't lie, your never gonna catch us no matter how much you try.
It won't be long now till your shown the fucking door, you won't even finish in the top 4.
So just admit we are the best, stop causing all this fuss
Now go and concentrate on Bournemouth where you'll no doubt park the bus.

 

[Blue Llama]

The coach driver banged on the artists door
Keep the noise down - i insist, i implore

Be a good neighbour and know your place
Please let us back in the title race

For were Man Utd, the COCKS of the north
Im special you know, i cant finish fourth

So ill scream and ill shout and ill stamp my feet
And make up some shit that the press can all tweet

All in an effort to deflect the fact
Im a boring, bus parking, delusional t**t

Now that is quality. There must be possibilities for a complete anthology of the humerous posts in the various threads on here. If there is any chance of it being available for Christmas put me down for 10. That's half for the family and 5 for a few once smug reds of my acquaintance.

 

[bluelol]

Not my work of art - but well done to whoever produced this beauty!

‘Twas the 10th of December,
Reds 8 points behind,
Mourinho was planning,...
Not one clue could he find.
Men against boys,
And this was no friendly,
2-1 at home,
Silva, Otamendi.
‘It’s not fair!’ - he whined,
He did curse and did cuss,
‘If only I’d done anything,
But park that big bus.’
It drove him insane, to the land of cuckoo,
Two assists from the clown - Romelu Lukaku.
Beaten at home for the whole world to see,
‘I know!’ said Jose,
‘I’ll blame the referee!’
Nobody laughed, it wasn’t too funny,
‘But..but...,’ came the cry,
‘At least we earn our own money!’
Unimpressed as they were,
With their teams lowly feats,
All that was left was to sing:
‘Empty seats!’
Worn out old songs,
And dreary sad rhymes,
Still living on the treble,
Hollow chants of ‘20 times’.
When all’s said and done they’re left feeling bereft,
Ranting on about history,
As it’s all they’ve got left.
The reds fans went home, in a collective trance,
To Dublin and Belfast, London, Penzance.
But all that mattered after, by a quarter to seven,
Was the eight point gap had now grown to eleven.”

Now that is what you call poetic justice at it's best!. Brilliant