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V_23

Norm Smith Medallist
Aug 9, 2010
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AFL Club
Carlton
Any Wordsworth or Shakespearean-talents amongst us?

Allow me to kick us off:

Poem 1

zackah,
Is a smackah
But Dinsdale,
Winsdale

Poem 2

Swans are red,
Carlton are blue
Sydney keep choking in grand finals,
Now it’s more than a few

Poem 3

Tasmania think they can support a team,
They think they can win
The only thing Tassies love more,
Is probably their twin


/Intermezzo
 
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Any Wordsworth or Shakespearean-talents amongst us?

Allow me to kick us off:

Poem 1

zackah,
Is a smackah
But Dinsdale,
Winsdale

Poem 2

Swans are red,
Carlton are blue
Sydney keep choking in grand finals,
Now it’s more than a few

Poem 3

Tasmania think they can support a team,
They think they can win
The only thing Tassies love more,
Is probably their twin


/Intermezzo
Its touching that you are so obsessed with me and I'll admit, a little flattering. However Chief has strict rules about mods dating melters and unfortunately it is frowned upon :(
 

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Its touching that you are so obsessed with me and I'll admit, a little flattering. However Chief has strict rules about mods dating melters and unfortunately it is frowned upon :(
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I tried doing a Weird Al Parody Thread about Club Songs last year on the bay but a certain killjoy of a mod poo-poo ed it.
Was that me?

Sounds like something I would do.
 
The Carlton Blues
Never ever lose
The best team in the comp
They win in a romp

As for Essendon
Well they've never won
What about the Pies?
They're easy as Fly's

Nobody can get in the way
Not even the Demons or Footscray
Of Carltons complete domination
Even Geelong is an obliteration

Neither the Tigers or Saints
Could ever, ever taint
The Blues march to the Premiership Cup
In fact, they've already got 16 up

That only leaves North and the Hawks
But everybody knows they're a bunch of dorks
So that's why Carlton is the best
**** the rest
 

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That’s not a poem, m7. That’s sh*t.

In shadows cast by moonlit night,
V_23, a troublesome sight,
With sneaky steps and watchful eye,
Stalks poor Zackah, oh my, oh my!

In the realm of chatter, v_23 took flight,
With words like thunder, bringing storms of spite.
A meltdown brewing, emotions ran high,
Tempers flared softly, like clouds in the sky.
 
In shadows cast by moonlit night,
V_23, a troublesome sight,
With sneaky steps and watchful eye,
Stalks poor Zackah, oh my, oh my!

In the realm of chatter, v_23 took flight,
With words like thunder, bringing storms of spite.
A meltdown brewing, emotions ran high,
Tempers flared softly, like clouds in the sky.
… better! 👍
 

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