Poems that my friends wrote :o)

By MCY, the official CGG Poet for 2009, a poem about me :o)

Over 1000 years ago,
In the history books of old,
A prophecy is written,
Which the oracles fortold,

Of a Goddess of a woman,
Who will one day grace,
This world and it's inhabitants,
And she shall save the human race,

She could break a million hearts,
With one flutter of those eyes,
The Gods will move the stars themselves,
To paint her portrait in the skies,

A glimpse of her perfect smile,
Illuminates the darkest night,
And inspires countless love songs,
With that divine and gorgeous sight,

Her voice is draped in passion,
And melts hearts of stone,
Men will move entire mountains,
To hear her sing those gentle tones,

From mankind to the Gods,
Her beauty leaves mouths agape,
There is no sculturer or artist,
Who could portray her perfect shape,

Time will bend around her,
To preserve her flawless form,
Both land and sea will move aside,
And push back every storm,

These are not events to come,
The future, I cannot see,
Who is this Goddess among us?
Her name is CGG...




By Rowlybirkin, entitled: To My Muse (Hoping It Doesn't Embarrass Her)

I dreamed of you again last night
Though this one was a better dream
For this time I was young again
Though sixty years still steered my youth.

I saw you standing by the bar, and smiled
A proper smile, Not one half practiced
That inexperience turns to a lechers leer
Or a baby's sprout fueled grimace.

A smile that started at the eyes
And passing gently through the heart
Unstoppably rose across my face
Mute witness to my happiness.

You saw me and returned my smile
The space between crackled like the air
When thunder's due or humid nights are fallen.
And as I moved you began to speak.

And the dustman dropped an empty bin
Right outside my bedroom window
And I was sixty four, and would never know
What memory had been stolen from me.





By the Best Looking Man on FB, variously known as Mrs Eboue and MCY, a Tribute to Juan the Man:

Eboue loved the Gunners, and we loved the way he dances,
But now he's walking out the door to save the team's finances,
He said goodbye to Wenger, the team and all his mates,
With tears welling in his eyes, Eboue left the Emirates,
The recession had hit hard and Eboue was feeling it's wrath,
He turned away from the club he loved but a man was blocking his path,
He wore a helmet made from staples and had post-its on his crotch,
"Eboue? Leaving Arsenal forever? Hah! Not on my watch!"
He charged up to the boardroom and pleaded "Let's be rational",
"I've got all the cash you need since I robbed an Abbey National."
He flew out the door and soon returned with a wheelbarrow full of cash,
The boards members were all left stunned at the site of the strangers stash,
With all this extra money, the board were satisfied,
Eboue's transfer was cancelled and he was welcomed back into the side,
Oh, happy days! This really was a dream come true,
But as the stranger turned to leave Eboue said "Wait! Who are you?"
"Are you a superhero or a mad, bank-robbing fan?"
The stranger gave a cheeky grin and said...

"Just call me Juan De Man!"




By the funniest guy in the whole world, also known as GAR (among other things): Never Call Your Rabbit Steve.

There are some parents, can you believe,
That would have you call your rabbit Steve?
But those daft parents, if you please,
Don't understand rabbitese,
Where Steve is not a name at all,
But another word for Rabbit Ball.
And Rabbit Ball as we all know,
Is a bunny sport played in the snow.
Where rabbits fashion makeshift skis
from discarded squirrel knees.
So my friends do not be shocked,
and your pet rabbit heartily mocked,
If you, like you parents do believe
It's ok to call your rabbit Steve.



By The Incredible Herc, my favourite Villa supporter in the whole wide world:

When I log into facebook
she's the first name that I seek
Ev'rytime I take a look
it makes my knees and wrists go weak.

Some come here to chat and whine
some come here to talk or snork
Claret Gunner Girl's so fine
she's the one I love to stalk.

Links to Next to us she'll send
featuring her underwear
off other stalkers I must fend
To see a beauty true and rare.

We both love Claret and Blue
I wait hoping for the day
where she'll turn to me and say
I love Villa and I love you.



By my one and only Arshavin look-alike, pixie friend, Fasc, a limerick concerning matters of the heart:

There once was a man called Wheezy
He thought CGG was easy
He smoked some fleazy
And acted all sneezy
But really the was just sleazy.



By WorldClass, a Villa fan who looks fine in just his pants(just to clarify, the poem's about me, not him ...):

I shave my legs,
sit down to pee,
and I can justify
any shopping spree

I don't go to the barber
but a beauty salon
I can get a message
without a hard gong

I don't drive in circles
at any cost
and I don't have a problem
admitting I'm lost

I've never forgot
That important date
you just gotta deal with it
That i'm usually late

I don't watch movies
with lots of gore
don't need an instant replay
to remember the score

I won't lose my hair
or get ball itch
and just cause I'm assertive
don't call me a b****

flowers are okay
but jewellery's best
look at me you idiot....
not at my chest !!!

I don't have a problem
with expressing my feelings
What I do have a probelm with
Is Redknapps dodgy dealings

DONT call me a GIRL
A BABE or a CHICK
I am a WOMAN
You get it?!!!!

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