I never wrote a poem before

I woke up this morning - with crusty pants
I been running around the bedroom - doing the Cardiff City Dance
Will Blackpool beat us Saturday - No f*cking chance
and the Bloobirds will be famous - Even in France

I'll be off to bed tonight - like a kid waiting for Santa
when it comes to Saturday - I wont be drinking Fanta
my throat will be sore - and I'll be a top chanta
come on Blackpool - lets have some Banta

Am I in the wembley stand - biting my nails
Burkey flying down the wing - like a yacht with huge sails
oooooh f*cking hell - the blackpool fan wails
our defenders are running - like f*cking snails

Burkey crosses the ball - into the middle
it falls to Chopra - hey diddle diddle
The Blackpool fans shout - noooo it's a fiddle
I missed i!! - I was in the bog having a piddle

The final whistle blows - and we all start to scream
grown men crying - their pants full o cream
lets sing some songs - and blow off some steam
Back down the M4 - lights on full beam

Pissed as a Parrot - strongbow in hand
oh what a day - it has been grand
were off to the Premier League - the promised land
Now f**k off Riddler - that I demand

- f**k me I'm talented

CLASS!!

Brilliant

That was quality fairplay mate, enjoyed reading that

Fair doos that was class

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thats genius!!

thats class mate