30/5/18 – Gerrard

Steven Gerrard
Thought books were hard.
Not hard as in hard,
Hard as in ‘ard.
Tough. Buff.
You know,
Double ‘ard.
He said:
“I read every day,
It beats exercise in every way.
When books and words are long
They make you strong.
They fill your brain with thoughts
That no muscle can thwart.”
He picked up the nearest book
And smashed his skull with it.
“See,” he said.
“Didn’t even hurt me.”

© Carl Burkitt 2018

There’s no club better

There’s no club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.

The sad end to the season you’ve had,
you have every reason to feel bad.
But you’re amazing.
I mean it.
The grass ain’t greener elsewhere,
trust me, I’ve seen it.
I’d give everything to support a club like yours,
a team that plays for wins, not uneventful draws.

There’s no club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.
A team with a boss with a fake orange tan.

Your lads wore the stripes with pride this year
and went at League 2 with zero fear.
St. James Park was alive in style
As Tisdale and his staff went the extra mile.
Fourth ain’t first
but it could’ve been worse because

there’s NO club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.
A team with a boss with a fake orange tan.
A side with no defensive plan
or passion or voice within the stands.

Oh my days I’ll do whatever I can
to become a wonderful, brave, loyal,
handsome, awesome old Grecian.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

24/5/18 – Dylan

Bob Dylan was alone.
He picked up his guitar
But was all out of ideas.

He searched for inspiration in his room
But all he saw was gloom.

Bob began to cry
And a tear from his right eye
Landed on C.

A tear fell from his left
And landed on B.
Another fell on D.

‘Still got it,’ Bob sniffed,
As he strummed his sad riff.

© Carl Burkitt 2018