Roses are red,
My name is Dave,
This poem makes no sense,
Microwave

Neil Hudgell is a legend
One of our kin
We love it when he get's under their skin
They hate him with passion, loathe him with bile
But petty name calling isn't our style

So we'll stick with Neil if it's all the same
And you stick with Adam what's his name
'cos our gaffer knows rugby and wont let us down
while Pearson will sell his granny for half a crown

How original.



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We have no moolah,
Just dismay from Sandra.

Omari Caro is playing for quavers,
Something the Hudge savours.

Paying peanuts we will get some monkeys,
I'd rather we had Scarborough donkeys.

Superleague Tramps,
I'm quite depressed.

If you're going to speak in Yiddish at least spell the words correctly.

Dunce.

[uThe Jolly Farmer's Wife.[/u

She's jovial and
round of face,
fans of her club
profess her ace.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

She likes her facts
but often acts
with little grace
and poor taste.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

She prefers
counting beans
to flicking beans
she wears high heels
because she feels
without them
she's a shrimp.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

It is always a joy
although I am quite coy
to call her a friend
and
drive
her
around
the
bend.

The Jolly Farmer's Wife.

She'll catch the goose,
She'll make a noose,
She'll take his life,
The Jolly Farmer's Wife.



Is it the farmer or the wife herself that is jolly?

I'm assuming that's a poor grammar related jibe.

Is it the grammar or the jibe that is poor?

Actually it wasn't.

I like things that can be read or understood two ways.

Uncertainty and ambiguity,
lacking in acuity,
Either hazy or opaque,
Just spit it out for heaven's sake.

It's clearly the wife, although the farmer himself my also be heartened by her jolly disposition.

Simon ruddy Armitage deosn't have to put up with this.

You may as well have started it:
Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss, old fat furry cat-puss.

On this theme, a little song for you, to the tune of the Bagpuss Mice song:

[uSeason passes[/u
We will take them
Counterfeit them
Into town we must plod, plod plod
Silly mices
Expensivest prices
For a Championship squad, squad squad.