Originally Posted by simmmo
Led by our Mighty Blackscale,
The Oakie's rejoice in splendour,
Forget the Evil Hobbit's idle boast,
Their lead is only slender.
Mog has so much potential but does not apply himself fully.
Led by our Mighty Blackscale,
The Oakie's rejoice in splendour,
Forget the Evil Hobbit's idle boast,
Their lead is only slender.
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Led by our Mighty Blackscale,
The Oakie's rejoice in splendour,
Forget the Evil Hobbit's idle boast,
Their lead is only slender.
'Stunned & shocked', a rhyming post,
Made I fear, in haste,
The lead my friend, beyond the Oaks,
Is larger than your waist.
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Mog has so much potential but does not apply himself fully.
Pot-Kettle-Black.'Stunned & shocked', a rhyming post,
Made I fear, in haste,
The lead my friend, beyond the Oaks,
Is larger than your waist.
arf! arf! arf! arf! arf! arf! arf! arf! arf! ...
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Although Charles shooting is hardly heaven sent
He is truly a lovely old gent
Ok, so he's portly and smokes
Has a pathetic line in jokes
But he is the Open Champion of Kent..
I thank you.....
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Your lead maybe growing
But your hats don't start throwing,
'till the title is in your grasp!
And don't count your chickens,
Whilst the plot may yet thicken,
Or we may shove the cup up your hasp!
Just plinkin wiv ya finkin!
XX
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Or in more modern vernacularYour lead maybe growing
But your hats don't start throwing,
'till the title is in your grasp!
And don't count your chickens,
Whilst the plot may yet thicken,
Or we may shove the cup up your hasp!
Just plinkin wiv ya finkin!
XX
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Your retort lacks the timing,
Of one that is rhyming,
So please take the trouble old chum,
And may I enlighten,
The 'Oaks' are from Brighton,
'Tops' for stuff up your bum.
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Last edited by Alegazmoz; 19-08-2009 at 06:08 AM.
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Your lead maybe growing
But your hats don't start throwing,
'till the title is in your grasp!
And don't count your chickens,
Whilst the plot may yet thicken,
Or we may shove the cup up your hasp!
Just plinkin wiv ya finkin!
XX
Aunty's at the 'Oakies' helm,
His cloth cut by a tailor,
Jolly Rodgers all his chaps,
Every one a sailor.
When it comes to writin' rhyme,
Sadly aunty's lackin'
Best he keeps his boys in line,
They know he has their backin'
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On a sunday morn. After online scorn. The field of cows is here. To some its called fun. The others they run. Fron targets both far and near. To those that get pissed. About targets they missed. You LL always have next year.
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On a sunday morn. After online scorn. The field of cows is here. To some its called fun. The others they run. Fron targets both far and near. To those that get pissed. About targets they missed. You LL always have next year.
Oh me gawd! What have you done?
I wished you'd stayed in bed,
A bard you're not, to write such rot,
You nearly killed this thread.
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