Toast "2018 - The Season That Was..." (in verse)

[KBLT]

It all began in Round One with the Bloods
We did little to quell the thoughts we were duds

Round two, and the Dogs were our fight
With a crushing win we set our season alight

The Cats came to call in Round three
Our first win at Optus much to our glee

It was three in a row when we won in round four
The Suns came, saw and were shown the door

Round five at the 'G against the Blues
A hard win in what should have been a cruise

The Dockers and a hostile Optus we faced in round six
Finally, we had added tough wins to our bag of tricks

Another game, another win, the Power cut
Round seven came and we won in a strut

The Giants in Sydney were our Round eight
Were we for real? A win settled that debate

In round nine we faced the ultimate test
We proved the Tigers might not be the very best

Ten weeks in, and it was finally time to break the curse
Beating the Hawks proved we could win no matter how adverse

A familiar last quarter fadeout once again
But we beat the Saints in Perth and made it ten

The Swans we faced once more after the bye
And the streak was broken as we failed to fly

Round fourteen our game fell on a Thursday
The dons had our measure much to our dismay

A loss to the Crows made it three in a row
A familiar story that we wished we could forego

We needed a win and we needed it quick
The Giants came and we won by barely a kick

Round seventeen was the Pies at the 'G
A win soured by Nicnat doing his knee

The Dogs again and we were back on a roll
We dominated all day and won in a stroll

North in the South was a test too hard
Another bad loss had us all on our guard

The second derby gave us more bragging rights
But a certain someone caused us plenty more fights

Port in Adelaide, behind all game, deja vu
And after the siren McGovern's kick held true

We got cocky and the Demons walked away victors
A loss that hit our chances with the premiership predictors

When the home and away season came to an end
With a win over the Lions we were ready to contend

Finals came in a cracker against the Pies
A close win as we kept our eyes on the prize

The demons of our past in the prelim were gone
A massive win meant it was time to move on

It was Collingwood we faced in the big dance
And we won when nobody ever gave us a chance

We lifted the premiership cup with an almighty cheer
Not a chance at the start, we had made 2018 our year.

 

[Trouto]

Well Adam Simpson'd done it
The West Coast Eagles won it
With Willie Rioli blocking all the while
Brad Sheppard's tragic injuries made us smile
While Gaff's contract lay unsigned on the club-room tile

We're talkin' football
From Perth out to the 'G
Talking football
A Norm Smith for Shuey
Brayshaw's grotesquely broken jaw
Liam Ryan and his run-in with the law
We're talkin' Jetta
Vardy and LeCras

Haha had me singing along with this! gold!

 

[Seadog]

Haha had me singing along with this! gold!

Enough already with Bruce McAveney dancing.

 

[Trouto]

Enough already with Bruce McAveney dancing.

Bruce wishes he was as suave as Monty Burns

 

[Dazzler9]

Our NicNat, he played one,
He got rubbed out for being a big cun,
With a NicNat paddywahck, he f*cked up his knee,
Didn't even matter, we won at the G.

Bradley Sheppard, he played two,
He pinged his hammy in QF2,
With a NicNat paddywahck, he f*cked up his knee,
Didn't even matter, we won at the G.

Liam Ryan, he played three,
He pranged his car up a f*ckin' tree,
With a NicNat paddywahck, he f*cked up his knee,
Didn't even matter, we won at the G.

Andrew Gaff, he played four,
He messed up a Docker's jaw,
With a NicNat paddywhack, he f*cked up his knee,
Didn't even matter, we won at the G.

Our mate Simmo, he played five,
He told big nose he was talkin' jive,
With a NicNat paddywhack, he f*cked up his knee,
Didn't even matter, we won at the G.