Toast A Collingwood poem I wrote

[The Majestic]

So I know a lot isn't going on, so I thought I'd share a Collingwood poem I wrote last year, I thought I'd share.

Collingwood, Oh Collingwood​

In the heart of Melbourne's bustling streets,
Lies a club where every footy fan meets.
Black and white, their colors fly,
A magpie's pride, soaring high.

Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Where dreams are chased, and understood.
With every kick, mark, and handball,
The Magpies stand, united and tall.

From Victoria Park to the MCG,
Their history rich, for all to see.
Legends have graced the hallowed ground,
With roaring fans, their cheers resound.

They fight, they strive, with all their might,
Under the floodlights, every Friday night.
With every goal, the crowd's roar swells,
Echoing through the city, a story it tells.

So here's to the Magpies, black and white,
In their quest for glory, they take flight.
Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Forever strong, forever good.

 

[manicpie]

Nice poem. You have a gift for poetry

 

[The Majestic]

Nice poem. You have a gift for poetry

Thanks a lot, I thought I'd use my skill to do one for Collingwood, I hope it came out well.

 

[manicpie]

Thanks a lot, I thought I'd use my skill to do one for Collingwood, I hope it came out well.

It was actually very good

 

[The Majestic]

It was actually very good

Thanks so much. I am trying to get my other work published.

 

[Swooop]

Thanks so much. I am trying to get my other work published.

Well done Majestic!

Got a real Banjo lilt to it.

Keep going, awesome

 

[The Majestic]

Well done Majestic!

Got a real Banjo lilt to it.

Keep going, awesome

Thanks a lot. I am hoping to get some more work published. I have gotten them all on PoetrySoup but I want to make a book.

 

[jmac70]

Collingwood
You make me want to rub
But I go to the pub

*in honour of Pablo

 

[Markfs]

A poetry thread..... this is going to break a few stereotypes.

Another one dropped out in bed last night,
No teeth is driving me nuts,
I wish that I hadnt lost me mum's chompers,
They had a wonderful taste of old butts.

 

[Antz]

A poetry thread..... this is going to break a few stereotypes.

Another one dropped out in bed last night,
No teeth is driving me nuts,
I wish that I hadnt lost me mum's chompers,
They had a wonderful taste of old butts.

Stick to your day job, freedom fighter.

 

[lyfsux]

Roses are black
Violets are white
So is Collingwood

 

[Fat Jesus]

Collingwood is black and white
Everyone else is not
Go and get fecked.

 

[Markfs]

Stick to your day job, freedom fighter.

The kids really have ants in the pants today, so I'm going to take them to the playground.A: "Why is Carrie pacing?" B: "She's waiting for her doctor to call, so she's had ants in her pants all day."I always get ants in my pants before a test. I wonder if all acton get antsin their pants before they go onstage.This vivid metaphor no doubt has survived because of its rhyming character, just asalliteration enhanced its seventeenth-century forerunner, a breeze (gadfly) in one’s breech(es). Several twentieth-century writers are credited with popularizing the phrase; among them are George Kaufman and Moss Hart, in TheMan Who Came to Dinner (1939): “I’ll get the ants out of those moonlit pants.” The cliché also gave rise to the slangyadjective antsy, for restless or jumpy.