Warrior Limericks
By L & R Treadgold
July 2 2009
Many thanks to Lawrence and Rosemary Threadgold for sending these, there are more but I am sure some of you can come
up with a few of your own!! A faithful scrum-half name of Powell,Warrior Limericks
Decided to throw in the towel.
Now he’s hung up his hat,
We’ll all miss our Matt,
But we’ll still cheer a nine, name of Powell.
We all know a hooker named Chris,
Whose throws to the line rarely miss;
But don’t call him Lee,
That’s his brother, you see,
Though they’re both known for taking the…….mickey!
There once was a tighthead called Horse,
Who hit the front row with great force.
When he opted to sin,
He’d end up in the bin,
But we still love that Warrior, of course.
We’ve a wonderful hooker, Aleki,
A Tongan like long-lost Sateki.
When he carries the ball,
He could break a brick wall,
After three Shredded Wheats for his “breki”.
Opposing front rows are at sea,
When they come up against our TT.
A Tongan by birth,
(You can tell by his girth),
Now a Warrior who wears number three.
Alex Grove through the centre field flits
To put in some very big hits.
His tackle on Lewsey
Was splendidly juicy
And left the blond bombshell in bits.
Our top number eight is called Kai.
His work-rate’s incredibly high.
At the base of the scrum,
His job’s never done,
And he never lets tackles go by.
There was a young prop name of Matt,
Who thought he was really a back,
For he soon overtook
The flying James Hook
And gave him a helluva smack.
In the South is a stand that is tall,
So supporters should try not to fall.
If you’ve been to the bar
And lean out too far,
You’ll be caught in the net like the ball.
In Gloucester they’re proud of their shed
And boast of the passion it’s bred,
But their pride took a dent
When our cheering North “tent”,
Yelled that Wusster had finished ahead.
The supporters who stand near the bar,
Have gathered from near and from far.
That the pitch is close by
Means they feature on Sky,
Then they nip to the club for a jar!
The supporters who sit in the West,
Think their knowledge is always the best.
Their numbers are small
And they don’t shout at all,
But a Warrior heart beats in their breast.
The East is the home of the boys,
With their horns and their various toys.
They deafen the ears
With their chanting and cheers
And gladden the heart with their noise.
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Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2009:07:12:15:34:02 by Powick Eastander!.
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Who took the Shed Heads to the cleaners,
Oh how they cried,
When he scored way out wide,
You could hear 'em on Mars and on Venus.
His booming kicks he does chase 'em
He rolls down his socks
And doesn't shy from the knocks
Lets hope we dont have to replace him!
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Nor either on his chest
But a salmon he is
Our Craig Gillies
As he leaps above the rest
We'll be ready for opening day
But the question remains
Despite so called 'gains'
Will we be relegated next may!
So..........
The poetic form called a Limerick
Relies on a syllable structure trick
Lines one, two, and five
May have eight and will thrive
T’others have less or it just won’t click
Which itself relies on pronouncing "Limerick" and "syllable" as one syllable each,which may be seen as a stretch.
Kept me off the streets for a few minutes anyway.
Some opponents they even get past
It remains to be seen
Though the forwards are keen
If we can finish better than last
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He thought that the squad had got fat
He gave them a dollop of some old wallop
and said "you should see the size of what Dave's just sh**"
There was a young prop name of Matt,
Who thought he was really a back,
For he soon overtook
The flying James Hook
And gave him a helluva smack.
and came up with...
There was a young prop name of Matt,
Who's speed was his best OPTA stat,
For he once overtook
The flying James Hook
And splatted the @@@@@@@ Welsh @@@@.
Sadly, I guess the swear-checker will kick in!
There was a magician named P,
He's the person we all want to be,
Cos he's ever so tall,
And although he's called Paul,
He looks just like that Roger Uttley.
