I'm doing a creative writing course and am on a poetry section. I've been striggling to make head or tail of a more obscure poetic form the villanelle. (Think "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night") Then I read that the subject that suits this form relies on repetition.
Apologies to all of you who hate poetry, here is my CAFC 2015/6 villanelle (provisionally titled 3-0)
I prepare myself before the game At my favourite football team. This year results are all the same.
So far three head coaches to blame, Consecutive wins a distant dream I prepare myself before the game.
Defence is weak, attack is tame Protest is now a constant theme This year results are all the same.
Duchatelet: the name of shame That mines a stubborn Belgian seam I prepare myself before the game.
To see Charlton score is my aim As per, the shooting is off-beam This year results are all the same.
The striker's crocked, the skipper's lame Defeat is a repeated meme; I prepare myself before the game This year results are all the same.
It's the timing of each blow :-) he manages to dodge one bless him then kapow he gets it from the other way :-) brilliant clip we have all had a laugh at that here :-)
What a Walloonian buffoon! Seriously, how pathetic does he look in this pic? What's he trying to state/prove? That he's a tough old Belgian eccentric who fancies a ruck? Or maybe that when he got to The Valley finally it wasn't what he expected because his CEO told him that there was a Yellow Brick Road leading up to the front door that sat at the end of a rainbow with a pot of gold? Instead he found a Wicked Witch surrounded by a boardroom of flying monkies that had their noses stuck up her harris!
No wonder the fool looks pissed off! Still, I always wanted a dart board and this is the perfect substitute.
RD, you're a real total, inept, clueless imbecile who does nothing to promote any good virtue that Belgium may (and actually does) possess!!! Sod off and sell up; you'll then need to get a viagara prescription though to satisfy your bizarre perverse needs!
Looks like he's already playing pocket billiards to me just like this fella; And I've always had my doubts about Napolean;
I'm doing a creative writing course and am on a poetry section. I've been striggling to make head or tail of a more obscure poetic form the villanelle. (Think "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night") Then I read that the subject that suits this form relies on repetition.
Apologies to all of you who hate poetry, here is my CAFC 2015/6 villanelle (provisionally titled 3-0)
I prepare myself before the game At my favourite football team. This year results are all the same.
So far three head coaches to blame, Consecutive wins a distant dream I prepare myself before the game.
Defence is weak, attack is tame Protest is now a constant theme This year results are all the same.
Duchatelet: the name of shame That mines a stubborn Belgian seam I prepare myself before the game.
To see Charlton score is my aim As per, the shooting is off-beam This year results are all the same.
The striker's crocked, the skipper's lame Defeat is a repeated meme; I prepare myself before the game This year results are all the same.
I bet you don't get anything like that on a Spanners' forum!
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(For trainspotters of a nervous disposition, it's a clip from a comedy film, okay?)
Apologies to all of you who hate poetry, here is my CAFC 2015/6 villanelle (provisionally titled 3-0)
I prepare myself before the game
At my favourite football team.
This year results are all the same.
So far three head coaches to blame,
Consecutive wins a distant dream
I prepare myself before the game.
Defence is weak, attack is tame
Protest is now a constant theme
This year results are all the same.
Duchatelet: the name of shame
That mines a stubborn Belgian seam
I prepare myself before the game.
To see Charlton score is my aim
As per, the shooting is off-beam
This year results are all the same.
The striker's crocked, the skipper's lame
Defeat is a repeated meme;
I prepare myself before the game
This year results are all the same.
I get knocked down, but i get up again.
We're having a party when Roland dies..
Jelly and ice cream when Roland dies.. etc etc
Just... "this is what failure looks like"
I'd buy that tshirt.
And I've always had my doubts about Napolean;