Certified Legendary Thread The Cult of Robbo

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Spring Onions - a nearly finals time poem by sauces close to a journo

Out they come to play, flying up, flying high
The greatest teams of all, one for all on the cakewalk
They will know they have been playing onwards to victory
Week in through the out weeks
As we wind on down the road from the Bullring
Shadows taller than arse'ole bouncers at the Tunnel
When all is one and one is all except when one has been cut off at the bar
To be a rock and not to roll out of a cab covered in your own vomit
Buying dimmies at seven eleven
 
Spring Onions - a nearly finals time poem by sauces close to a journo

Out they come to play, flying up, flying high
The greatest teams of all, one for all on the cakewalk
They will know they have been playing onwards to victory
Week in through the out weeks
As we wind on down the road from the Bullring
Shadows taller than arse'ole bouncers at the Tunnel
When all is one and one is all except when one has been cut off at the bar
To be a rock and not to roll out of a cab covered in your own vomit
Buying dimmies at seven eleven

Nearly bought a tear to my eye
 
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It was only a matter of time before our lord and master made an appearance on The Simpsons. Mind you, I had always thought it would have been at Moe's.
This wasn't the intention of my post, but I realised it is Robbo looking to knock the block off Wallsy.
 

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