Dragons
The name is the Dragons
In 99 they had a massive bandwagon
They used to have greats like Reg and Changa
Now all they've got is a coach thats a girl
A "star" Five Eight who got inured for the year
The yobbos in the army shed a tear
They discovered a young bloke named Firman
A bloody good player who was burnin
But then he too got injured
he is under the knife now isn't he?
Hopefully better for next year
So those yobbos in the army can once again raise their beer
A contract tearer named blacklock
but his boxing mate is far and gone the one that was named choc
How will they go next year?
Will their guns stay on the field like young Gasnier
Well my tip is out of the 8
Will their silly fans take this bait
Anyway there are no more rhymes
so thats the end of this poem about merged grime
I appologise if anyone gets offended by this poem, but just remember its all in good fun. Also too see the rest of my rugby league poems, head down to the firkin fun bar, page 2.
The name is the Dragons
In 99 they had a massive bandwagon
They used to have greats like Reg and Changa
Now all they've got is a coach thats a girl
A "star" Five Eight who got inured for the year
The yobbos in the army shed a tear
They discovered a young bloke named Firman
A bloody good player who was burnin
But then he too got injured
he is under the knife now isn't he?
Hopefully better for next year
So those yobbos in the army can once again raise their beer
A contract tearer named blacklock
but his boxing mate is far and gone the one that was named choc
How will they go next year?
Will their guns stay on the field like young Gasnier
Well my tip is out of the 8
Will their silly fans take this bait
Anyway there are no more rhymes
so thats the end of this poem about merged grime
I appologise if anyone gets offended by this poem, but just remember its all in good fun. Also too see the rest of my rugby league poems, head down to the firkin fun bar, page 2.
