Media Far Kern Of The Underground and other poems by AB

[manangatang]

manangatang??? Is that you???

You know me so well. I love it old-school.

 

[Ned_Flanders]

Me? Recruited someone? Huh! Not likely

He's a cancer mate, and you cut out cancer

Good thing you're leaving, hopefully the swampbrab exposure won't have long term cnsequences

 

[Ned_Flanders]

Well that one’s not going to work for much longer.

So far Ant Bear and Dingster have failed to arrest the cultural decline at the swampbrabs. I hope you enjoy soy chai lattes and vegan food

 

[philreich]

So far Ant Bear and Dingster have failed to arrest the cultural decline at the swampbrabs. I hope you enjoy soy chai lattes and vegan food

Thanks for your concern. At least when we lose grand finals, we're competitive .

 

[Ned_Flanders]

Thanks for your concern. At least when we lose grand finals, we're competitive .

See this is what's wrong with you flogs

If you lose, the margin is irrelevant. Only sad people like the swampies celebrate failing

 

[philreich]

See this is what's wrong with you flogs

If you lose, the margin is irrelevant. Only sad people like the swampies celebrate failing

Never said we're satisfied with coming second. I was merely having a subtle dig, given what's just happened.

 

[Ned_Flanders]

Never said we're satisfied with coming second. I was merely having a subtle dig, given what's just happened.

Don't lie, I know you love collecting "participant" trophies

 

[philreich]

Don't lie, I know you love collecting "participant" trophies

Not at all - it burns in the gut that we had the Dees on toast at 3/4 time, and blew the chance to destroy you flogs in the decider .

 

[Far Kern]

'Twas by accident he ascended, to the post suddenly vacated,
By the Milkman who had fallen in with a bad crowd

The band recently parted, left a hole inside the hearted,
And all that remained was sportsmaniac and a Cloud_


Then Dingster magically appeared, and whispered in his ear,
"We can build it; they will come and the music will play again"

The Auction House was alerted, funds slyly diverted,
And all the trash was thrown in the bin


The road was long and potholed, and Qooty gods were invoked,
To halt the eight game streak of many fails,

And evil rose to greet him, and he ne'er let them beat him,
All their efforts were of no avail


But the spoon was the reward, and the Cloud got bored,
And vanished, to rise again as a Royale

Still the Dingster was unbowed, and he gathered all around
An impressive rookie bunch of boys and girl


The season of 25 began, as 24 had ran,
With defeats and disdain ringing in their ears

They GotTheGoodes and had many a brutal battle
And collectively gained the respect of all their peers


Thus they gathered their wits together, and rose above the weather,
To slip into seventh seat on the table

They were irrepressible; their chatter was unmissable,
But they fell to the elders at the final hurdle


The Captain climbed aboard, his old and trusted steed,
And said "This will be the final frontier"

The troops gave him a cheer, and without any fear,
Set forth once more into the breech and beer


Alas, the Dingster was waylaid, in a place of ill repute,
To become a shopkeeper of the meek and mild

In his place on Captains right, arose a shooting comet bright
But SarahSmiles was little more than a child


A lieutenant was sorely needed, and the protege reappeared,
Clancy of the Underground joined the final fray

He Far Kern had the Captains back; it was a calculated attack,
And skipper felt the steel at first light of day


In a final triumphant battle, philreich's ribs were rattled
The second Holy Grail was set free

And in his final leaders breath, as vultures fed upon his death,
The Captains final words were "First To Three"​

Well if I’m true to my word, theoretically, this would have Ant Bear in the box seat for Ruck Rover for a decade straight.

#firsttofour


I’ll check later if I left myself any wriggling out room when I set the challenge. I’m also a lying little Rat too I guess.

 

[ParxBoy]

ParxBoy thoughts on Ant Bear's death?

 

[Loonerty]

lol not surprised that Ant Bear is still hunting for glory.

You've won it twice mate, get over yourself and give someone else a turn.

 

[Far Kern]

lol not surprised that Ant Bear is still hunting for glory.

You've won it twice mate, get over yourself and give someone else a turn.

It’s OK, I didn’t tag him so his entry doesn’t count.

 

[ant555]

There was SFA captain called Ant Bear
Who ...

no I wont go there

 

[Damp Squarie]

I once knew a Bomber from Norway
Who hung by her heels in the doorway
She said to her Beau 'Come give this a go'
I think I've come up with a new way.

 

[ant555]

'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that caught the cycling craze;

He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;

He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;

He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;

And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,

The grinning far kern did say, "Excuse me old captain, can you ride?"


"See here, young kern," said Ant Bear, "from Sin City to the sea,

From Baghdad to Mount Buller, there's none in the SFA that can ride like me.

I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,

Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows .

But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;

Just ask a Swamprat can he post, a wildcat can it fight.

There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,

There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,

But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:

I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."


'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that sought his own abode,

That perched above the Underground, beside the mountain road.

He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,

But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.

It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,

It whistled down the awful slope towards the Underground creek.


It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:

The very Warriors in fright went scrambling up the rocks,

The Gumbies hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,

As Ant Bear, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.

It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,

It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;

And then as Ant Bear let out one last despairing shriek

It made a leap of twenty feet into the into the Underground creek.


'Twas Ant Bear from Sin City, that slowly swam ashore:

He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;

I've danced the dance with cloud to win a five-pound bet,

But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.

I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve

To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.

It's safe at rest in the Underground Creek, we'll leave it lying still;

A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Ant Bear to impose his will."

 

[McEvoy]

'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that caught the cycling craze;

He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;

He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;

He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;

And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,

The grinning far kern did say, "Excuse me old captain, can you ride?"


"See here, young kern," said Ant Bear, "from Sin City to the sea,

From Baghdad to Mount Buller, there's none in the SFA that can ride like me.

I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,

Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows .

But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;

Just ask a Swamprat can he post, a wildcat can it fight.

There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,

There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,

But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:

I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."


'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that sought his own abode,

That perched above the Underground, beside the mountain road.

He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,

But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.

It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,

It whistled down the awful slope towards the Underground creek.


It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:

The very Warriors in fright went scrambling up the rocks,

The Gumbies hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,

As Ant Bear, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.

It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,

It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;

And then as Ant Bear let out one last despairing shriek

It made a leap of twenty feet into the into the Underground creek.


'Twas Ant Bear from Sin City, that slowly swam ashore:

He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;

I've danced the dance with cloud to win a five-pound bet,

But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.

I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve

To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.

It's safe at rest in the Underground Creek, we'll leave it lying still;

A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Ant Bear to impose his will."

A most excellent poem ant555

 

[Ant Bear]

​

'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that caught the cycling craze;

He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;

He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;

He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;

And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,

The grinning far kern did say, "Excuse me old captain, can you ride?"


"See here, young kern," said Ant Bear, "from Sin City to the sea,

From Baghdad to Mount Buller, there's none in the SFA that can ride like me.

I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,

Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows .

But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;

Just ask a Swamprat can he post, a wildcat can it fight.

There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,

There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,

But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:

I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."


'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that sought his own abode,

That perched above the Underground, beside the mountain road.

He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,

But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.

It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,

It whistled down the awful slope towards the Underground creek.


It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:

The very Warriors in fright went scrambling up the rocks,

The Gumbies hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,

As Ant Bear, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.

It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,

It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;

And then as Ant Bear let out one last despairing shriek

It made a leap of twenty feet into the into the Underground creek.


'Twas Ant Bear from Sin City, that slowly swam ashore:

He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;

I've danced the dance with cloud to win a five-pound bet,

But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.

I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve

To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.

It's safe at rest in the Underground Creek, we'll leave it lying still;

A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Ant Bear to impose his will."

Far Kern, we have a contender

 

[Far Kern]

'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that caught the cycling craze;

He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;

He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;

He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;

And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,

The grinning far kern did say, "Excuse me old captain, can you ride?"


"See here, young kern," said Ant Bear, "from Sin City to the sea,

From Baghdad to Mount Buller, there's none in the SFA that can ride like me.

I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,

Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows .

But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;

Just ask a Swamprat can he post, a wildcat can it fight.

There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,

There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,

But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:

I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."


'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that sought his own abode,

That perched above the Underground, beside the mountain road.

He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,

But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.

It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,

It whistled down the awful slope towards the Underground creek.


It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:

The very Warriors in fright went scrambling up the rocks,

The Gumbies hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,

As Ant Bear, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.

It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,

It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;

And then as Ant Bear let out one last despairing shriek

It made a leap of twenty feet into the into the Underground creek.


'Twas Ant Bear from Sin City, that slowly swam ashore:

He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;

I've danced the dance with cloud to win a five-pound bet,

But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.

I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve

To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.

It's safe at rest in the Underground Creek, we'll leave it lying still;

A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Ant Bear to impose his will."

Brilliant.

 

[Damp Squarie]

A most excellent poem ant555

Yep...brilliant!

 

[BRAB]

If you were sportsmaniac right now you'd be furious.

 

[I Dont Care]

Indeed!

 

[philreich]

Far Kern, we have a contender

Yeah I'm not competing with that - give him the spot.

 

[I Dont Care]

If you were sportsmaniac right now you'd be furious.

And if you were sportsmaniac right now he'd probably punch himself

 

[BRAB]

And if you were sportsmaniac right now he'd probably punch himself

Aren't you retired?

 

[I Dont Care]

Aren't you retired?

I'm still going to be here haunting you