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Rocco Jones

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It saddens me to see what the general board has become. Fatuous thread after fatutous thread. What saddens me even more is the amount of replies these threads get.

So I have taken it upon myself to improve the quality of this once great board and what better way of doing it than poetry? Here you will be free to express yourself through poetry rather than through ordering a fake Bacardi Breezer or naming a city that starts with the letter Y.

People let yourself discover the magic of poetry.
 
A poem about my favorite footballer in Dane Swan

What can you say about Dane? He's always right in the game. His greatest asset is his footy brain. He is so fast, others look lame. If used up forward, the goals will rain. He delivers the ball laces out, time and time again. His only problem is, his name. Poor Dane.
 
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie thats amorai.....la la la la
When you sit on the grass and a ant bites your ass thats amorai....la la la da.......

:D
 

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My my Steven McKee is a Pie
Drove the chevy to Vic Park coz Punt Road was dry
The good ol Pies were drinking VB and Tooheys Dry
Singing this will be the place that Stunning will fly.

Sung to American Pie by Don McLean
 
Here is an Ode to Darren Jolly that I posted on the Melbourne board....


Jolly, Jolly
He's our man
If Neita can't kick 'em
JOLLY CAN!

When put in the ruck
Our team tends to suck
But he's no disgrace
We know Jolly is great

Jolly, Jolly
He's our man
If Ox can't mark 'em
JOLLY CAN!

With 11 on his back
He always has a crack
Kicking them a mile
With that golden smile

Jolly, Jolly
He's our man
When Robbo can't play footy properly
JOLLY CAN!

He soars through the air
He's as hard as a bear
Recieving soft free kicks
And doing magic tricks

Jolly, Jolly
We know he's grand
Armstrong sux..
BUT JOLLY IS THE MAN!!

We love you Darren Jolly! :D
 
OK considering I am the founding member of the BigFooty poetry club I think I better post a poem.

Oh Bandy,
You came and now you're dominating,
but Freo gave you away,
Oh Bandy.
 
It doesn't really bother me
That the threads are unravelling, the tone gone to muck
It quite simply makes it plain to see
That BigFooty attracts us all, whether we want to talk about beer or the Duck

There is always something int'resting,
To look at, to view, to reply or just ponder.
Whether it be karaeoke to sing,
Or hard hitting stuff about players who wander.

BigFooty's an entertaining distraction
From a day at the desk, the classroom or housework.
It's nice that people have performed the extraction
From Internet site to real life pub talk.


Thank you and good night.
 
Originally posted by Rocco Jones


Yes and poetry is a gift.

It truly is, Rocco... seriously.

I had some poetry published during my college days. Unfortunately, my creative processes haven't been inspired to come up with any more poetry since, and I can't explain why... I wish I could explain it.

Cheers,
William
 

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
 
Here's my contribution to the Bring Peace to BigFooty Through Poetry thread. :)

I wish my name was Matera, for I'd have no hair;
And if I was Phil, oh to tackle, I wouldn't even dare!
But I'm just a mere Febey, Flowers record I shall chase;
For once a Tasweigan, who ain't a nutty headcase.
A Demon I am, a Demon for life, I even voted yes;
I wish the Hawk folk did the same, my club is still a mess.


And thus the end of the story.

The Hitman
 
Originally posted by -PC28-


It took you 30 minute's to come up with THAT??????

My point is proven :rolleyes: :p

OK because I posted it 30 minutes later means that I took 30 minutes to come up with it?

Please stick to just ruining your own threads PC and leave quality threads like this one alone.
 

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