AN ODE TO THE RORTING ROOSTERS ROUND 17

[Slugs]

As Mini was dressing today
He chose a pink shirt, twas gay
But gay I am not
Said the master Brad Watts
And left Mini The Pink on display

With a name like Grothe we should know
He’ll have some talent to show
But the Wise man has said
I’ll leave him for dead
into touch with a step and a throw

Hegarty a self styled Latino
Was hoping for luck playing Keno
With Rigon against him
His chances were so slim
His choice? Retire or bingo

A young Rabbit named David Fa’alogo
Has been known to carry some cargo
For poor Ryan Cross
The news is a loss
For Dave’s cargo beats Cross AND Latino

Feeling sorry for Byrne he’s so skinny
And he has not the pace of a Mini
MacDougall can say
Was he in my way?
Then Luke can relax with a tinny

Brad Fittler, old father time
Can land the ball on a dime
But with Owen to cover
He can run in another
Try or three, just for the rhyme

Finch I believe is well dodgy
He’d rather be playing in Mudgie
When he faces Shane
It’ll lose him the game
He’ll be a Finch turned into a budgie

Ricko the pretty boy they say
Has a task too large this day
For Ashley The Great
The best tackler to date
Leaves Ricko behind in his wake

A Neville named Webb on the night
Will indulge with Luke Stuart a fight
He’ll float like a centre
and sting even better
a KO for Stuart that’s right!

Lord Fletch of Heartington comes
Looking to clean up the bums
Unwashed Pommy Morely
Will feel bad surely
When Fletch hands him soap and a sponge

Payten the mullet of the west
Poor fool will just try his best
Until Stringer smacks him
Whacks him and drags him
Right into Haircuts for Less

Wing is indeed the Hooker
For his Johns he has his own booker
But Death will not pay
That’s just not his way
Wing wants Ricko, he thinks he’s a looker

Cayless the Hobo unshaved
Upon his tombstome will have engraved
Till Hart took to me
Just me and my fleas
Lived in a box, unwashed but behaved

And one for the hell of it……………..for Chris Walkout

Lost and Found I hear him yell
Where are my testicles please, do tell
For I am a bitch
With Souths money I’m rich
But with my morals I’m stuck in a hell

 

[Redfern Express]

You bloody bewdy. That's just tops Slugs. :lol:

 

[ozzie]

looks stupid now... :roll:

 

[Redfern Express]

looks stupid now... :roll:

That may be so. But it was funny at the time. :lol:

 

[Slugs]

looks stupid now... :roll:

That may be so. But it was funny at the time. :lol:

Still is :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

 

[jbee]

w

As Mini was dressing today
He chose a pink shirt, twas gay
But gay I am not
Said the master Brad Watts
And left Mini The Pink on display

With a name like Grothe we should know
Hell have some talent to show
But the Wise man has said
Ill leave him for dead
into touch with a step and a throw

Hegarty a self styled Latino
Was hoping for luck playing Keno
With Rigon against him
His chances were so slim
His choice? Retire or bingo

A young Rabbit named David Faalogo
Has been known to carry some cargo
For poor Ryan Cross
The news is a loss
For Daves cargo beats Cross AND Latino

Feeling sorry for Byrne hes so skinny
And he has not the pace of a Mini
MacDougall can say
Was he in my way?
Then Luke can relax with a tinny

Brad Fittler, old father time
Can land the ball on a dime
But with Owen to cover
He can run in another
Try or three, just for the rhyme

Finch I believe is well dodgy
Hed rather be playing in Mudgie
When he faces Shane
Itll lose him the game
Hell be a Finch turned into a budgie

Ricko the pretty boy they say
Has a task too large this day
For Ashley The Great
The best tackler to date
Leaves Ricko behind in his wake

A Neville named Webb on the night
Will indulge with Luke Stuart a fight
Hell float like a centre
and sting even better
a KO for Stuart thats right!

Lord Fletch of Heartington comes
Looking to clean up the bums
Unwashed Pommy Morely
Will feel bad surely
When Fletch hands him soap and a sponge

Payten the mullet of the west
Poor fool will just try his best
Until Stringer smacks him
Whacks him and drags him
Right into Haircuts for Less

Wing is indeed the Hooker
For his Johns he has his own booker
But Death will not pay
Thats just not his way
Wing wants Ricko, he thinks hes a looker

Cayless the Hobo unshaved
Upon his tombstome will have engraved
Till Hart took to me
Just me and my fleas
Lived in a box, unwashed but behaved

And one for the hell of it..for Chris Walkout

Lost and Found I hear him yell
Where are my testicles please, do tell
For I am a bitch
With Souths money Im rich
But with my morals Im stuck in a hell

nice verse from a team of cheating thugs.