A wee poem for big hitting Steve!!

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Now Mark Steve the Yorkshire Burger fed
The trembling earth resounds his tread
Clap in his walie nieve a G20 blade
He'll mak it whissle
Then 320 yards will sned
Like taps o' thrissle.

By Rabbie Socket
 
In The Style Of William Rees McGonagall and apologies to Private Eye


Twas in the year Twenty Twelve, that Steve into the Forum did delve.
Arriving from nowhere like an apparition, He does appear to have a big ambition

Watch Out You Lot, Coz I’m A big Hitter, Uncle Bob, who is deaf , thought he said something else.

325 and often ,boasted he, That’s the distance I get from The Tee,
How many of you are as good as me?

Thus the challenge was set and the Forum replied, some disbelieving thinking he’d lied.
Give us proof ,that you are so mighty, and pray instruct us , so we can sleep tightly.

Is he a Pro, This man of mystery, or is he suffering from verbal dysentery ,

However The Forum Has Heard It Before
A Tim In Steve’s Clothing, with a very little roar



Fragger Copyright 2012 :-)
 
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory Dickory Dock.


....just wanted to get you lot to read it! ..... :whistle:
 
Boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, do you think that one went over the back fence?

Courtesy of baldrick.
 
There was a GM Forumer named Steve,
Said his ball he could give a good heave,
300 plus yards was the claim
but his wager was really quite lame,
and when accepted, the forum he did leave.



yeah....it's pants I know, but so is this whole saga.
 
There once was a golfer called Steve,
Whose golfing tales were hard to believe,
He bragged of his power,
From his ivory tower,
But two hundred yards was all he could achieve.

Anon.:whistle:
 
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