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Oh God... another gay poetry thread from the little ginger fella...

For gods sake make this a sticky so he doesnt have to open anymore shitty vanity threads

Is a dream a lie
if it don´t come true
or is it something worse?

Bruce Springsteen

I dream of one more Championship or even Champions League title before I die. But whenever I dream these words spring to my mind...

DB10GOONER wrote:Oh God... another gay poetry thread from the little ginger fella...

OBG is a fucking Ging?

flash gunner wrote:

DB10GOONER wrote:Oh God... another gay poetry thread from the little ginger fella...

OBG is a fucking Ging?

NO I FUCKIN' AM NOT!

It's that Oirish ginger dwarfo that keeps trying to drag everyone else DOWN to his level....and feck that's LOW!

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Ladies and gentlemen, England will be playing FOUR FOUR FUCKING TWO.

Verse One: Kool G Rap

I'm tryin hard to explore, I'm not sure
What all the racial war for
It's makin me more sore
I walk through a color blind corridor
Seekin, for peace in the people I'm meetin
Black white and puerto-rican men are greetin each other
Just like brothers, there's plenty and many of others
You can discover, kids fathers and mothers
A meltin pot, no one felt they got prejudice
Listen I could never assist someone diss this
A landscape, with a dark and a light handshake
Havin fun, without one bein a fake snake
So let's form a rainbow over the mountain
And let's drink from the same water fountain
Let's make our Earth Day a story of
people that walk through the same territories
Color or creed, is no need for a man to bleed
I beleive, we all breathe the same seed
Unless it's diluted, for somethin to intrude it
Then I see your family tree was uprooted
So don't be foolish if you're Jewish or Hindu
The racial manual is the evil that men do
I was raised in a nation of Asian
Hate shouldn't seperate Jamaican from Haitian
So if you're givin in your ears I hope your hear me and
Siberian's no better than Nigerian
I bring a rattle to a battle that you see me in
I'm no villian so why would I be killin indians
My nationality's reality
And yo a prejudiced man is of a devil mentality
These are words of a wise man, wisdom
Take a taste and erase the racism

Chorus: Bizmarkie

The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn how to read and write
People are black, got people that's white
Let's stop racism, and, let's unite

Verse Two: Big Daddy Kane


In the days of slavery
Some got to run away and many got done away
Inferiority is what some men say
But that shit played out with Kunta Kinte
Then again in the streets of New York
I think of Yusef Hawkins, and I see you'e still stalkin
And when I think of barriers like Bensonhurst
Huh, notice how I mentioned hearse
We got to better this world of prejudice
People, make peace, and learn to live equal
Cause I don't look at myself as a
Coon or a mooley that would have to say massa
You better believe that I'm an asiatic descendant
And I know what's been amended and intended
So let's fulfill and get real, and try to build
a united nation, eliminate segregation
I know there's different strokes for different folks
but I've also acknowledged what hatred provokes
So don't hate me or try to underrate me
Cause I collect ends drive a Benz and live greatly
And we can all live together in harmony
Without thinkin what color is harmin me
If I'm a slave I'm a slave to the rhythm
To E-R-A-S-E the racism

Kool G Rap, Bizmarkie and Big Daddy Kane - Erase Racism.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I've got a knife,
Get in the van.

When I woke Up This Morrrrnigggg

(DAH DAAAH DAH DAH!)

I was sick to my Gut

(DAH DAAAH DAH DAH!)

I dreamt I was a Cat

(DAH DAAAH DAH DAH!)

And I woke up licking my own Butt!
OH! THE TASTE! THE TASTE THE TASTE!!

this is a song.....


When Paddy came over from Ireland
In praise of the AFC
We hadn't won an awful lot since 1953
Well he'd stand at the back of the Clock End
In the sun and the rain
Week after week for many a year
But never a trophy came
Second leg of The Fairs Cup Final
We'd already lost away
We needed to pull something out the bag
In order to save the day
Then Paddy remembered a ditty .
His father used to sing
And quickly jumped up on to his feet and started to sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again .
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again.
Now The Gunners they all played like heroes
To the song that Paddy had sung
And Kelly and Radford and Sammels
Made sure that the Fairs Cup was won.
The next year things got even better
The Arsenal the best in the land
We marched up the Seven Sisters Road
And invaded every stand
We covered the whole of the High Road
And all the streets around
We knew that we would win the league
When we heard a familiar sound
Ray Kennedy's header was priceless
And as Paddy sang out aloud
The Gunners were once again Champions
And The Boys had done us proud
And Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again
Just a few days later that we found out
As we marched along Wembley Way
That Paddy just hadn't stopped singing
Since the match on the previous Monday
Now he sung for the full 90 minutes
And he sung right through extra time
And for all Paddy's trouble
The boys done The Double
So Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again
Now we've won the League up at Old Trafford
We've won it at Anfield too
When Paddy was singing on Merseyside
And we had to beat them by two
We'd already won it at Tottenham
When we lifted the pot at The Lane
We liked it so much
It was such a nice touch
To go back there and win it again
So The Arsenal went back there and won it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again
Now he's travelling all around Europe
Over land and sea (and Leicester)
He's been drunk in Madrid
He's been nicked in Kiev
And he got stoned at PSV
Now wherever The Arsenal may wander
Be it Munich or Paris or Rome
They all c**k an ear
And they know that we're there
When they listen to Paddy's sweet tones
And Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again

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REB wrote:this is a song.....


When Paddy came over from Ireland
In praise of the AFC
We hadn't won an awful lot since 1953
Well he'd stand at the back of the Clock End
In the sun and the rain
Week after week for many a year
But never a trophy came
Second leg of The Fairs Cup Final
We'd already lost away
We needed to pull something out the bag
In order to save the day
Then Paddy remembered a ditty .
His father used to sing
And quickly jumped up on to his feet and started to sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again .
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again.
Now The Gunners they all played like heroes
To the song that Paddy had sung
And Kelly and Radford and Sammels
Made sure that the Fairs Cup was won.
The next year things got even better
The Arsenal the best in the land
We marched up the Seven Sisters Road
And invaded every stand
We covered the whole of the High Road
And all the streets around
We knew that we would win the league
When we heard a familiar sound
Ray Kennedy's header was priceless
And as Paddy sang out aloud
The Gunners were once again Champions
And The Boys had done us proud
And Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again
Just a few days later that we found out
As we marched along Wembley Way
That Paddy just hadn't stopped singing
Since the match on the previous Monday
Now he sung for the full 90 minutes
And he sung right through extra time
And for all Paddy's trouble
The boys done The Double
So Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again
Now we've won the League up at Old Trafford
We've won it at Anfield too
When Paddy was singing on Merseyside
And we had to beat them by two
We'd already won it at Tottenham
When we lifted the pot at The Lane
We liked it so much
It was such a nice touch
To go back there and win it again
So The Arsenal went back there and won it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again
Now he's travelling all around Europe
Over land and sea (and Leicester)
He's been drunk in Madrid
He's been nicked in Kiev
And he got stoned at PSV
Now wherever The Arsenal may wander
Be it Munich or Paris or Rome
They all c**k an ear
And they know that we're there
When they listen to Paddy's sweet tones
And Paddy got up and he sang it again
Over and over and over again
B' Jesus said Paddy I sang it so well
I think I'll get up and I'll sing it again.
So Paddy got up and he sung it again

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Thanks be to Jasus you posted this,at least you made opening this thread worthwhile .

The rest of ye write yere shite on walls

Roses are red,
Grass is green,
I want to do you up the arse,
Till I rupture your spleen.

Big Sac wrote:Roses are red,
Grass is green,
I want to do you up the arse,
Till I rupture your spleen.

cusamano wrote:Is a dream a lie
if it don´t come true
or is it something worse?

Bruce Springsteen

I dream of one more Championship or even Champions League title before I die. But whenever I dream these words spring to my mind...

Or perhaos...as Tom Waits once said/asked:

"Why Is The Dream Always Sweeter Than The Taste?"