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Finalnd team Match round Up


  • 4 months ago · Quote · #1

    linkumbink

    Well it has finally started so linky has composed a song for it,

     

    Linky linky walking down the street

    linky linky nothing on his feet

    he is off his trolley

    he forgot his brolley

    linky linky looking rather neat

     

    we are playing in a chess match

    we are having a little biddy scratch

    down by the side

    looking at the tide

    linky linky he's a handsome catch

     

    linky linky looking rather glum

    just got turned down by a girl called plum

    so was rather nice

    until she saw my lice

    linky linky he is rather dumb

     

    linky linky you are such a knight

    looking in the mirror "oh! what a sight"

    you are so brave

    rushing like a lsave

    linky linky he is ready for a fight

     

    linky lniky whats up today

    its definately not my hairdo, i need Timoteo

    walking down the town

    looking like a clown

    linky linky WILL NEVER FADE AWAY

     

    Had to be nice, I KNOW WHO IS GOING TO READ IT, AND THEN WEEP, BABY, cause i do do better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 4 months ago · Quote · #2

    Gwystlo

    Well, as usual, I have no idea what you are talking about.

    However, you are indeed the most interesting Group Leader out there.

    So I say... I agree, you positively will Never fade away!!

  • 4 months ago · Quote · #3

    cymruambyth1

    I am truly speechless!!! Linky, you are unique :-) Ian
  • 4 months ago · Quote · #4

    Nikprit

    great job on the team matches Linky

    your poetry reminds of a Welsh bard

     

    The Hand that Signed the Paper

     

    The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
    Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
    Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
    These five kings did a king to death.

    The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
    The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
    A goose's quill has put an end to murder
    That put an end to talk.

    The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
    And famine grew, and locusts came;
    Great is the hand that holds dominion over
    Man by a scribbled name.

    The five kings count the dead but do not soften
    The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
    A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
    Hands have no tears to flow.


    Dylan Thomas
  • 4 months ago · Quote · #5

    linkumbink

    We Welshies love poetry, easter bunny Ballard coming soon, only for the grown ups, linky loves it i do, wooohoooooooooooooo.


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