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As a tribute to Rabbie Burns, the famous poet whose works nobody can understand, and in honour of about half our squad and management team, post your Norwich City poems here and the best ones will not go ignored.

I WANT BEAUTY, IMAGERY AND A LINGERING SENSE OF EMOTION. Or just rhymes.

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Starter for ten.

Like the red sea, our defence was parting

That''s what you get with Bassong and Martin

And when that volley plopped in from Lallana

I felt like inserting an unripe banana

Into the back passage of BT Sport.

Instead, I bought season tickets at Dean Court.

Now I can watch with enjoyment and pride

As Lewis Grabban shoots well wide.

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There once was a defender called Martin,

Why didn''t you play Bennett or Klose you fucking wanker shit Scottish Manager

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Born to be Norwich, is the true fan''s destiny,Born to be Norwich and part of it''s family.Father and son, sister and brother,All born to be Canaries, one and another.Nae, but we are all yellow and green,Our glories past that are seldom seen,Linger in the memory as times of great cheer,So ne''er mind the danger, there is nothing to fear.In all our wistful glances at the top of a table,We never lose sight of the one thing we are able,That whatever happens there is one thing for sure,The love of our club will never lose it''s allure.And even through hard times we may strike upon,Our support of City will go on and on.So on the ball city, steady on it will be,On the ball city, on to glory and victory. 

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Well Darth Bor. Its a very crowded field, but if I had to choose my all time favourite poem I think I''d go for Kubla Khan by Coleridge.

So here''s a Norwich City version of the first two verses:

At Carrow Road did Delia Smith a stately pleasure dome decree

Where Hucks the sacred winger ran,

Taking on his bewildered man

in front of the Barclay

Carrow Road, the much loved ground

With stands and lights was girdled round

And here were goals and groans and cheers and thrills

At the home of the famous Norwich City

Quite a challenging structure to replicate from there on, but I know you''re a man who likes a challenge Bor, so if you feel like doing the next bit bat it back to me and we''ll see if we can come up with something to rival Coleridge when he was wired off his t**s.

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[quote user="Thirsty Lizard"]Well Darth Bor. Its a very crowded field, but if I had to choose my all time favourite poem I think I''d go for Kubla Khan by Coleridge.

So here''s a Norwich City version of the first two verses:

At Carrow Road did Delia Smith a stately pleasure dome decree

Where Hucks the sacred winger ran,

Taking on his bewildered man

in front of the Barclay

Carrow Road, the much loved ground

With stands and lights was girdled round

And here were goals and groans and cheers and thrills

At the home of the famous Norwich City

Quite a challenging structure to replicate from there on, but I know you''re a man who likes a challenge Bor, so if you feel like doing the next bit bat it back to me and we''ll see if we can come up with something to rival Coleridge when he was wired off his t**s.[/quote]That is spooky, because I did a version of the same furst verse here some years ago:

"At Carrow Road did AngliansA stately football ground decree,Where Hucks the blessed winger ranThrough tackles numberless to fans,Down to a penalty."

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"The Canary" by Anon.

Poor little dicky bird, got a broken wingHe can''t fly, he can''t singHe''s no good for anythingChop his bloody head off.

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Stickin wi the PO''s request for oor Rabbie;

The address to the haggis, or plumb that never made a sill pass!

Fair fa'' your honest, soor face,

Great captain o the city''-defence!

Aboon them a'' ye tak your place,

Back pass like , tripe, or thairm:

Weel are ye wordy of a grace

As lang''s my arm, tell me why laddie why!

The groaning forum there ye fill,

Your haters like a distant hill,

Your pin wad help to never mend in a mill or two

In yer time o need,

While thro your pores the dews distil

Like amber bead.

The knife''s are oot, and ready

An cut you up wi ready slight,

Trenching your gushing entrails bright, hanging fae the far corner flag

Like one last ditch; drop him, is the cry fae the Barclay few

And then, O what a glorious sight,

Warm-reekin, rich! Naismith prodigal son of Burns is captain come next Tuesday night.

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Lessingham Canary wrote the following post at 26/01/2016 1:48 PM:

Stickin wi the PO''s request for oor Rabbie;

The address to the haggis, or plumb that never made a sill pass!

Fair fa'' your honest, soor face,

Great captain o the city''-defence!

Aboon them a'' ye tak your place,

Back pass like , tripe, or thairm:

Weel are ye wordy of a grace

As lang''s my arm, tell me why laddie why!

The groaning forum there ye fill,

Your haters like a distant hill,

Your pin wad help to never mend in a mill or two

In yer time o need,

While thro your pores the dews distil

Like amber bead.

The knife''s are oot, and ready

An cut you up wi ready slight,

Trenching your gushing entrails bright, hanging fae the far corner flag

Like one last ditch; drop him, is the cry fae the Barclay few

And then, O what a glorious sight,

Warm-reekin, rich! Naismith prodigal son of Burns is captain come next Tuesday night.

😄 Brilliant, love it.

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Hope I''m not too late [:)]

I often go to Carrow Road

it  makes me very happy

especially when we win a game

rather than playing crappy

Alex is the man in charge

He’s the one who picks the team

He left  poor  defender Ryan out

A big mistake it seems

Spurs is our next challenge

He must get his selection right

Pinto,Klose,Ryan, Olssen

and they must keep it tight

Midfield must create those chances

because Nailsmith is on heat

lot of accurate passes

and give him the ball on his feet

He’ll score the goals to keep us up

of that there is no doubt

so cmon you yellows

we must  all loudly shout

So let’s get behind the team

and help them over the line

we just need to get to 40 pts

and everything will be fine

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Yeah - great stuff from Darth, LDC, Lessingham and City Angel.

Purple - coincidence indeed. But it''s such a brilliant poem that perhaps not a total surprise we''ve both had a bit of a go at a NCFC version.

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[quote user="Thirsty Lizard"]Yeah - great stuff from Darth, LDC, Lessingham and City Angel.

Purple - coincidence indeed. But it''s such a brilliant poem that perhaps not a total surprise we''ve both had a bit of a go at a NCFC version.[/quote]Absolutely. It lends itself to the task. I will contemplate some of the other verses, but in the meantime, in a different style, with a debt to Harold Pinter:"I saw Ron Davies in his prime.Another time, another time."

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My all-time dream XI, by feedthewolfBetween the sticks, TheoklitosFrom Australia he came;But harshly he was jettisonedAfter just one game.At right-back Jon OstemoborHad electrifying pace;But sadly it was only usedTo run to the wrong place.The left side of the back fourWas proudly, briefly heldBy a no-mark from the NetherlandsNamed Fernando Derveld.To keep it tight at centre-backIs integral to the plot;Although the memo never reachedThe hapless Kevin Scott.Coolness under pressure, thoughIs a staple in a melee;So for services to bear hugs,Give it up for Ginger Pele!The right side of the midfield fourThink Barnes, think Tony Daley;Speed and skills and flair and thrills,Or Simon bloody Whaley.On the left, and quite bereftOf anything worth selling,The overrated geniusOf Christopher Llewellyn.The centre circle was the homeOf a grumpy Gallic stooge;He came, he saw, he got sent offMerci pour rien, Le Juge.His partner in the engine roomThe greasy-haired CanaryLeast likely to complete a passThe Jewson League''s Shaun Carey.When we came down in ninety-fiveA fire sale fans were fearingAlthough their fears were realised,At least we ditched Mike Sheron.When we came down in zero-fiveA new hero was born;Thirty-six games and just one goalGood riddance, Peter Thorne.No star team would be completeWithout a man to lead themBut Paul Lambert is not the manFor this long walk to freedom.If managers are music bandsThen this tw*t is ToploaderThe most offensive known to manIs patently Glenn Roeder.

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The man from Hamilton came travelling south and asked his way to Norwich.

He then readily accepted the job on offer after tasting Delia''s porridge.

Oh well.

I tried.

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