Katie Borkins 1 Posted August 31, 2015 Sorry, Dusty.LDC was a preacher''s sonAnd when City were playing, he''d come alongNot that often, just twice a seasonBut it gave him plenty of reasonSo when it came to "On the Ball"He was certain he knew it all,Yes, the only one who could aggravate meWas a Cumbrian preacher manThe only one who could irritate meWas a Cumbrian preacher manHe went on, he went on... and on and on...LDC always made me queasy,No matter how hard I triedFirst his lips would start poutingWhile he praised old Chrissy Houghton,Although I thought he was a dolt,Apparently it was Snodgrass''s fault,Oh, the only one who could keep repeatingWas a Cumbrian preacher manThe only one who kept on bleating Was a Cumbrian preacher manHe went on, he went on... and on and on...How well I rememberThe way he''d repeat his threadsThe way we''d all shake our heads Takin'' time to make timeTellin'' us it''ll be fineAlthough the Premier League could be tricky,We can get twenty goals from Ricky, Yes, the only one who could aggravate meWas a Cumbrian preacher manThe only one who could irritate meWas a Cumbrian preacher man......*Repeat until dead* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
daly 500 Posted August 31, 2015 After all that hard work you should be nominated for 2016 Poet Laureate Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lake district canary 4,531 Posted August 31, 2015 Slow day in Norfolk, eh Bor? [W] Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Gainer the Gopher 0 Posted August 31, 2015 That''s a huge amount of work for so little return. Was the point of this to bully and humiliate Lake? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
......and Smith must score. 1,336 Posted August 31, 2015 Well as she is dead you''re not wrong there. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lake district canary 4,531 Posted August 31, 2015 Apologies to Flanders and Swann - A bald fat old manWas sitting one dayAt his desk thinking "what shall I do?"He gazed at his keyboard as it peacefully lay"I know" he thought "I''ll stir some poo"Away on a hilltop in Cumbria satHis victim who never gives inThat lake district canary, always so wary,Replied with his own litle spatBor, Bor, boring old bore,His song is only fit for wiping the floorHe writes and he utters Down in the guttersAnd there he wallows in keyboard folkloreThe lake district canary he''d aimed to annoyFrom his seat on that hilltop aboveAs he didn''t give a sh*t, he got thought for a little bitand decided to give him a replyLike thunder the hilltopsRe-echoed the soundOf the song that Lakey did sing The old fat bald Bor, was about to get moreOf Lakey, who shouted this dinBor, Bor, boring old bore,His song is only fit for wiping the floorHe writes and he utters Down in the guttersAnd there he wallows in keyboard folkloreThe herd pinkun army began to conveneOn the board of messages we loveI wonder now what am I to say of the sceneThat ensued after Bor''s push and shoveThey dived all at onceWith an ear-splitting roarTo defend that poor Lakey againA regular army of bor agravati All singing this haunting refrain:Bor, Bor, boring old bore,His song is only fit for wiping the floorHe writes and he utters Down in the guttersAnd there he wallows in keyboard folklore Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Binky 0 Posted August 31, 2015 Well personally speaking - I''d just like to award top marks to both efforts. A lot of work or not, I think they''re very good. Take the rest of the month off now chaps. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Katie Borkins 1 Posted September 1, 2015 Well played Lakey, I must say you have defeated me. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lake district canary 4,531 Posted September 1, 2015 [Y] Let''s call it a score draw - to be fair, it was a slow day up here, too......... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Buh 0 Posted September 1, 2015 Drive by song-making-upGod I love Norfolk! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites