Lock this thread
Wake up dead
Horse's head
In your bed

[iThe Soprano Poet 2012[/i

[uJoel Clinton[/u

Go home Joel, go home,
Out of East Hull,
I'll drive you to the airport,
You overpaid import,
Fat Git,
Sandra's hand towel,
Massive beer belly,
I hope you get the welly,
Truffle munching waste of cap space over paid plodder.

[iBarnabus 2012[/i

I wonder if Mild Rover missed the point?

[uKris[/u

Pale face, white skin
Gorgeous eyes, lovely grin
Red hair, runs fast
Can not tackle, will not pass
A beautiful ginger through & through
Krissy Welham, I LOVE YOU.


[iLRR 2012[/i

You're not very polite, you.

Oh my star-spangled Barnabus,
Why, my polar pal, make such a fuss?
Now I admit that it could be,
That on Poetryfans they talk rugby,
But I fear neither lyrics nor song n' levity,
Will do anything for this i.d.'s longevity.

I don't miss points, I add them.

Bravo, Bravo

I hope this is about rugby league and i hope its about hull kr if not shoot the trat that started it please

I have merged chat and poetry thread,
As they complement each other (in my head),
Gives the former a shot in the arm,
And won't do the latter any harm.

Awful merger decision, abit like Hull & Gateshead.

The poetry will be lost amongst this thread and forgotten, abit like Hull & Gateshead.

If it ain't broke, why merge it? There are only 5 or 6 active threads anyway, it's like the Marie Celeste on here.

Me? Why?

I agree but PC Starwars will be pleased.

Speaking of which have you seen the Darthvader avatar on T'other forum? You should get one AS.

No. Not you, Sandra. It was a response to Sandra, merging the threads mucked it up.

Darthy - give us a song!
Darthy, Darthy - give us a song!

Snog?

...my ass, alas.

Darthy and Edie sitting in a tree....again.

I don't sing.
I have however given instructions that my alarm clock must play 'The Imperial March' to wake me up or there is trouble.

Ok, a sombre reflection with a meter and rhyme. Or not even those, you could do it modern style, like this:

Tick tock sabre flash!
Dawn cracks a laugh?
But no!
It's Edie's head - branch smack
instead.
As she giggles with glee.

Oh go on, Darthwall. Pretend to be Louise Mensch writing one of her racy novels. Go-on go-on go-on.

I can never make sense of your poems, Wormy. Are you confusing poems with riddles?

I'm sorry to be obtuse. To my mind, the words of poems are there to provoke the imagination while telling a story or relating to a point.

So,
[iTick tock sabre flash!
Dawn cracks a laugh?[/i...
...refers to Darth's programming of his alarm clock with the Imperial March. Tick tock=alarm clock; sabre flash=Darth's dreams; Dawn breaking (cracking) but hinting that Dawn is also a laughing girl - Darth still being in semi dreamland.

[iBut no!
It's Edie's head - branch smack
instead.[/i...
...But it's not Dawn (the girl), it's Edith who's up in the tree with him. It wasn't dawn breaking but Edith's head cracking against a branch.

[iAs she giggles with glee.[/i..

..One must only imagine the shenanigans up in the tree for Edith to be having such fun.

See?

No?

Your mind is broken.

You mean it wasn't any fun in the tree with him?

No, it was fun - really fun.