Captain Carrot Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 No Requiem for the Kopites The voice of thousands full of songNo battles on the run, no striking outWe moved quick and sudden from our cityThe Kopite stood on the terraces with the RoadAnfield singing – on the march – We found new heart with each sweated minuteCut through feeble chants with our songsThen waved our banners at the defeated throng So at Stamford Bridge, ore’ the fateful conclaveTerraced Kopites sang, shaking red scarves at plasticThe Bridge blushed, soaked in our unbroken waveThey watched us without voice nor historyAs our spirit marched on from the grave Apologies to Seamus Heaney Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Armin_Tamzarian Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 Very nice. Here, have some b*****dised Tennyson 1. Champions league, Champions LeagueChampions League Onward!Marooned midst the sea of PlasticSang the Three Thousand"Forward, the Red Brigade!"Charge for the goals!" they said:Into the terraces of PlasticSang the Three thousand 2. "Forward, the Red Brigade!"Was there a man dismay'd?Not tho' the supporters knewSomeone* had blunder'd:Their's not to make reply,Their's not to reason why,Their's but to Sing and Cry:Deafening the terraces of PlasticSang the Three Thousand. *Riise 3. Chavvers to right of them,Plastic flags to left of them,Mercenaries in front of themRussias oil plundered;Surrounded by cockney bells,Loudly they sang and well,Into the Stamford Silence,Into the home of PlasticSang the Three Thousand. 4. Flash'd all their banners there,Red as they turn'd in air,We'd survived the gunners lair,Tho charged a kings ransom, whileAll the world wonder'd:Plunged in the London smokeNever crossed the line we joke;Cossack and RussianReel'd from the songs they sangBladdered but not with Chang.Onward to MoscowSang the three thousand, 5. Chavvers to right of them,Plastic flags to left of them,Mercenaries in front of themRussias oil plundered;Confronted by beaut and bell,Loudly they sang and well,Back from the Bridge they came,Plastic flags seemed so tameSang the Three Thousand. 6. When can their glory fade?O the great noise they made!All the world wondered.Honor the songs they made,Honor the Red Brigade,Noble three thousand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Gobey Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty dumpty had a great fall,all the kings horses and all the kings mensaid f*** off Chelsea. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mike Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 backlashmake a splashfoaming crests of ketchup congeal on the kings road Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Armin_Tamzarian Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 On Fulham Road did AbramovichA Plastic Football Club decree:Where Frank, the fattened one did runHis a*** eclipsed the setting sun,On coaches he took space designed for three Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smithdown Posted April 30, 2008 Share Posted April 30, 2008 I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And all it stunk of vermin's p*ss,Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of plastic fan,In every cockney's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,"Them Scousers!" all the world can hear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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