Mid season Rhyming Report

[The Rhyming Saints]

Started the season with zero and two
But we did not panic there was no blue

Taming the lions was no surprise
Then we stuck it up Eddies hot and cold pies

Gave the cats a scare and ran out of puff
Gave the hawks a spanking and strutted our stuff

We cut the giants down to size
Then sang the blues, Sainters on the rise

The swans midfield were far too strong
And the dogs got to sing their favourite song

We reach mid season at five and five
Not ideal but we're still alive

Since 66 we've been in a fix
And we need to improve to be in the mix

It's time to learn a few new tricks
And beat all comers when everything clicks

So thank you all my fellow bards
As Rhyming Saints we do the hard yards

Imagine how good the poems will be
When we reach the top of the premiership tree

[WellardSaint]

The Dogs had our number
We ran out of luck
But half of the team
just don't give a f###

We tackled like madmen
At least in the first
But when the maggots ignored us
Our guys lost the thirst

The umps were predictable
As we all know
They put away the whistles
To let the Dogs throw

We entered the 50
enough to make your head spin
But our f##ing turnovers
Just let the Dogs in

Our kicks to position
Just found a Dogs' chest
And we're kidding ourselves
If this 22 is our best

At least, Round 11,
We won't fail again;
But the following week,
Our boys take on MEN

The Crows will harrass us,
They'll pull down our pants;
And unless it's our A-Game,
We have no FU##ING chance

[Joe Bloggs]

Nice one WS.