A poem for Falmer: let's write it...

[Lady Whistledown]

Poetry is SHIT.

Its for poofs and birds.

So no. No no no no no no no no poetry.

NO

A DIRTY limerick at a push maybe.

Old Marcus, he turned up his nose
At the poems, preferring good prose
But the grumpy old twat
Had to take off his hat
To this effort, if not so much those ^^^

 

[jordanseagull]

Jimmy P, BHA,
Sucked off Notters,
Late today.

 

[Jack Straw]

There was an old woman called Cuttress,
Who deserves to be stuffed in a matress.
If I had my way,
She'd spend all her days,
supporting an Amex's butress.

 

[Giraffe]

There once was a man called Dick
Who helped out a club that was sick
But when he ran out of cash
He was forced to dash
And let Tony lay the first brick

 

[Tesco in Disguise]

a stadium that's the bees knees,
smells of hope and salty sea breeze,
no tear in eye,
as we say goodbye,
to the theatre of trees.

 

[KNC]

Very soon, very soon, we're going to move to Falmer
We'll need a special guest to open it.
Lets ask the Dalai Lama.