Write a poem for the Blades....here's mine..

[derfblade.3]

Pen a poem about anything Blades. A player , manager, occasion you went to just give it a go (pass a bit of time).

Here's mine called....

Bouncing Day.

I woke up Sunday morning
A nervous fucking wreck.

Our team was lacking Billy
So i pinned my hopes on Fleck.

The Don was also missing
His hamstring was still tight
The Blades would have to go there
And scrap and scrape and fight.

But when the game got under way
The nerves began to go
The lads looked full of confidence
The class began to show.

The hopes i'd pinned on Flecky
Well founded i must say
He smashed the ball into their end
I knew it was our day.

The grunting turned into a growl
As Leon spun away
"He's fucking shit" they told us
So Leon made them pay.

But then they went and equalised
The pigs around us bounced
But then it slowly died away
As Duffy fucking pounced!

The Blades went wild,
A wall of sound came from the upper tier
The massacre of 79 was just another year


Then Leon took the piss again
The Blades began to sway
The pigs began to leave the ground
Because of Bouncing Day.

 

[Blade56]

Blades are red
Pigs are blue.


I thank you

 

[Treeton Blade]

Our fans are fantastic, they are our 12th man.
But we need to finish the season as soon as we can.
We need the TV money, we've got to get it all.
But we can't let the fans in, you suddenly mean fuck all.

The behind closed doors blues, and the hypocrisy of football people.

 

[Kop sufferer]

Pen a poem about anything Blades. A player , manager, occasion you went to just give it a go (pass a bit of time).

Here's mine called....

Bouncing Day.

I woke up Sunday morning
A nervous fucking wreck.

Our team was lacking Billy
So i pinned my hopes on Fleck.

The Don was also missing
His hamstring was still tight
The Blades would have to go there
And scrap and scrape and fight.

But when the game got under way
The nerves began to go
The lads looked full of confidence
The class began to show.

The hopes i'd pinned on Flecky
Well founded i must say
He smashed the ball into their end
I knew it was our day.

The grunting turned into a growl
As Leon spun away
"He's fucking shit" they told us
So Leon made them pay.

But then they went and equalised
The pigs around us bounced
But then it slowly died away
As Duffy fucking pounced!

The Blades went wild,
A wall of sound came from the upper tier
The massacre of 79 was just another year


Then Leon took the piss again
The Blades began to sway
The pigs began to leave the ground
Because of Bouncing Day.

Sort of Blades related, credit to Jonathon Williams, Nott's Forest
The sun is out let's have some fun
And follow the Reds up the M1
Someone pinch me I think I'm in heaven
Pigs one Forest seven

 

[benn5712]

On Bramall lane
once stood a Horse
it's not there now
must have gone.

 

[Kop sufferer]

Sort of Blades related, credit to Jonathon Williams, Nott's Forest
The sun is out let's have some fun
And follow the Reds up the M1
Someone pinch me I think I'm in heaven
Pigs one Forest seven

Should add, Premier league 1st April 1995, scorers for Forest, Pearce, Woan, Roy, 2, Collymore, 2, Bohinen.

 

[Tony]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate those blue and white wankers at Sheffield 6
And I hope you do too

Sheldon Schwartz

 

[raul]

A diminutive midfielder broke into the team
His potential caused quite a drama
The Shark Killer said "He'll play for England"
The Barrister said "Vanarama"

 

[Eddiecolquhounsleg]

Ode to a a Wednesdayite:
United are red
Wednesday are blue
We're in the Premier League
You're in the poo.

 

[DifferentClass]

United are red
Wendy are blue
We've got Sander Berge
You've got, um, Nuhiu.

 

[DifferentClass]

This is how it feels to be Wendy
This is how it feels to be small
You've got Luton
We've got Chelsea at home
(or we would if it wasn't for bloody corona)

 

[Yoonited]

Pen a poem about anything Blades. A player , manager, occasion you went to just give it a go (pass a bit of time).

Here's mine called....

Bouncing Day.

I woke up Sunday morning
A nervous fucking wreck.

Our team was lacking Billy
So i pinned my hopes on Fleck.

The Don was also missing
His hamstring was still tight
The Blades would have to go there
And scrap and scrape and fight.

But when the game got under way
The nerves began to go
The lads looked full of confidence
The class began to show.

The hopes i'd pinned on Flecky
Well founded i must say
He smashed the ball into their end
I knew it was our day.

The grunting turned into a growl
As Leon spun away
"He's fucking shit" they told us
So Leon made them pay.

But then they went and equalised
The pigs around us bounced
But then it slowly died away
As Duffy fucking pounced!

The Blades went wild,
A wall of sound came from the upper tier
The massacre of 79 was just another year


Then Leon took the piss again
The Blades began to sway
The pigs began to leave the ground
Because of Bouncing Day.

Cracking derf. Might net rather than end work better? It's all subjective stuff of course.
And I now have to pen something equally worthy It sure stirs the fabulous memories. UTB.

 

[NorthYorkshireBlade1889]

 

[Ricky]

United
Oh United
My United
Sheffield United
Please come back, United
I want you back, United
I am bored without you, United
Qualify for Europe please, United
Or refund my season ticket money.
Sort the fucking Kop out too, United
Thank you, United.


I call it 'United'.

 

[Bladedog]

One sunny day in Leicester
The blades rolled in to town
Our heroes were promoted
The MASSIVE they went DOWN

 

[Elvis Legs]

United play in red and white
The other Sheffield team is shite
We're in the European hunt
The Pitsmoor Pig is a dopey cunt

 

[tyke1889]

Hear the words I sing,

Covid's a horrid thing,

So I sing sing sing...ding-a-ling-a-ling.

(Absolutely not stolen from Pt Baldrick).

 

[8lade]

Ode to Kevin McCabe

We sit together Sheffield United and I, until only United remains.

I wrote that all myself and din't plagiarise any of it.

 

[bigblade]

no games to watch
no goals to cheer
no foes so easily slain
but one day soon we shall all return
to our beautiful down town bramall lane.....

 

[Bennyand the Blades]

I try hard to be funny but some how it never works,
and when I read it back again I always look a twerp,
then someone has a go at me for writing it in rhyme
so bum holes to the lot of you, I'm not going post this time…......


oops

 

[Bennyand the Blades]

Well I would walk 5 hundred miles
and I would walk 5 hundred more
just to see the Blades
bring European football to my door...…..

 

[Robby Blade]

Blades are red
Pigs are blue.
We got four
Them cunts just two

I thank you

Finished it off for ya B56

 

[shorehamview]

Chillis are hot,
Pepper is milder.
How will this rhyme?
Chris Wilder.

 

[Bladeulike]

Pen a poem about anything Blades. A player , manager, occasion you went to just give it a go (pass a bit of time).

Here's mine called....

Bouncing Day.

I woke up Sunday morning
A nervous fucking wreck.

Our team was lacking Billy
So i pinned my hopes on Fleck.

The Don was also missing
His hamstring was still tight
The Blades would have to go there
And scrap and scrape and fight.

But when the game got under way
The nerves began to go
The lads looked full of confidence
The class began to show.

The hopes i'd pinned on Flecky
Well founded i must say
He smashed the ball into their end
I knew it was our day.

The grunting turned into a growl
As Leon spun away
"He's fucking shit" they told us
So Leon made them pay.

But then they went and equalised
The pigs around us bounced
But then it slowly died away
As Duffy fucking pounced!

The Blades went wild,
A wall of sound came from the upper tier
The massacre of 79 was just another year


Then Leon took the piss again
The Blades began to sway
The pigs began to leave the ground
Because of Bouncing Day.

Red flash, starlit sky
Blue tears flow as a river
The city is ours

 

[Blade56]

Pen a poem about anything Blades. A player , manager, occasion you went to just give it a go (pass a bit of time).

Here's mine called....

Bouncing Day.

I woke up Sunday morning
A nervous fucking wreck.

Our team was lacking Billy
So i pinned my hopes on Fleck.

The Don was also missing
His hamstring was still tight
The Blades would have to go there
And scrap and scrape and fight.

But when the game got under way
The nerves began to go
The lads looked full of confidence
The class began to show.

The hopes i'd pinned on Flecky
Well founded i must say
He smashed the ball into their end
I knew it was our day.

The grunting turned into a growl
As Leon spun away
"He's fucking shit" they told us
So Leon made them pay.

But then they went and equalised
The pigs around us bounced
But then it slowly died away
As Duffy fucking pounced!

The Blades went wild,
A wall of sound came from the upper tier
The massacre of 79 was just another year


Then Leon took the piss again
The Blades began to sway
The pigs began to leave the ground
Because of Bouncing Day.

Sorry derf, I don’t think they’re taking it seriously.

 

[Numpty's Dusty Ruts.]

Chris Wilder, Chris Wilder
Riding up the Lane
Chris Wilder, Chris Wilder
Caused them Pigs some pain.
Bouncing Day win,
Pigs in the bin.
Chris Wilder, Chris Wilder, Chris Wilder!!

Apologies to Robin Hood fans everywhere.

 

[knowsnowt]

Sausage. Sausage.. Warm. to the touch.
Whether fried, or warmed in the crutch..

That kind of thing?

 

[Blade56]

Inspired by Numpty's Dusty Ruts. Robin Hood tuned ditty....

Porky pie, porky pie
jelly on the edge.
Porky pie, porky pie
Forget yer meat ‘n veg
Pickled condiments
Branston bread or cheese
will compliment and pleeeeease
Porky pie, porky pie, porky pie.


I thank you

 

[benn5712]

You are all barking mad.

 

[diode_blade]

Blades are red
Pigs are blue
I've done a shit
On the center of you