Poets' Corner

[Bennyand the Blades]

Hello darkness my old friend
I see your at the lane again
will the joy that we are seeking
crumble slowly into weeping.
or will the prize that we're after
the glory joy and laughter,
if we win...?

end this sound,
the sound of silence

 

[Stanthemanfan]

Dozy posy pudding n pie
Scammed the blades n made em cry
But it dunt matter at the end of the day
Cos we're still going up hurray!!!

 

[DaveBassettsgoneonholiday]

Dozy had a cunning plan
To purchase Sheff United
He's got no cash ? is it a scam ?
And now we're not excited.

It's looking bleak and gone tits up
The skies are getting grayer
Chin up lads it could be worse
At least the kit's Errea

 

[broomhillblade]

Cried a crusty old Bladesman from Dore:
“We’ve often faced setbacks before.
When the going gets fraught
They’ll have my support
Win, lose or draw.”

 

[brownblade]

There was a young striker called Brewster
Setbacks became what he was used ta
But he's desperate to prove
(While the forums delude)
That he can be an England first teamer

 

[Jinxy1966]

I’ve prayed to God, I’ve prayed to Allah
I’ve even prayed to Buddha
That they might find it in their power
To make the Blades a bit gooder

 

[DaveBassettsgoneonholiday]

Dozy had a cunning plan
To purchase Sheff United
He's got no cash ? is it a scam ?
And now we're not excited.

It's looking bleak and gone tits up
The skies are getting grayer
Chin up lads it could be worse
At least the kit's Errea

The Kop's half closed
We're dropping points
Morale is getting low
The only thing that could make it worse
Is a transfer embar...........oh !!

 

[broomhillblade]

If Wordsworth was a Blade....

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er hills and glades
When all at once I heard a crowd
Of noisy and expectant Blades

To the ground from far and near
They came in droves to shout and cheer
But will the team perform as well
It’s football – so that’s hard to tell!

 

[diode_blade]

Oh! I have slipped on the surly grass of the lane
And danced through defences on laughter-silvered boots;
Upward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of headed goals, – and scored many a time
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting crowd along, and flung
My eager arms through footless halls of air…

Up, up the league, delirious happy blades
We’ve topped the league swept heights at times with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew – where on the kop I grew
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Apologies to P/O John Gillespie Magee and his “High Flight” Poem​

 

[broomhillblade]

No need to fret,
No need to wail.
The Blades are back
On the winning trail.

 

[Bennyand the Blades]

I don't want to brag or cause any trouble
I can see how our dreams could soon turn to rubble
And It wouldn't take that much to burst our bubble
but for once lets remember
WHERE ON FOR THE DOUBLE ......