Gareth Poems - Poems about Gareth

Can anyone follow the news anymore? during Euro 2024, after the UK elections, when I want to know the latest selections, In Gareth Southgate’s team, In Sir Keir Starmer’s team, with everyone analysing, prophesying, what this or that might mean. Even if we heard those songs before, all the pundits are oh so cock-sure, everyone thinks they know the score, the truth is nobody ever knows, until...

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Kudos Gareth..' I'm on your side.! Stand for Lisa; so sad she died I got locked on f b for doing the Same, yet the tides now turning And we'll brook no shame.! I'm cheering you on; as will Many others, i'm sure we'll see The v i p e r r arise.' watch them Run for cover, all the quacks all The...

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Wind and rain are back again and now storm Gareth is to blame Eighty mile per hour winds blow down trees and rubbish bins Up high in my penthouse apartment living in the sky am I It can be quite scary It can be quite wild Will I see the stars above in the dark night sky if storm Gareth rips...

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I remember nineteen ninety six like it was yesterday - the penalty the way that Gareth kicked the ball and missed I bet he never thought that day that he would ever be back in the game again his name engraved in Lions' hearts, their lips aflame with songs of praise, and men in waistcoat shops, and women swooning where he might have...

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Recent tournaments, alas, indeed, have not gone quite as planned, we must concede. Now Southgate’s got the tactics that we need, and we are going to succeed, succeed. Together let’s unite and all desire, the English rose to bloom that little higher, which should ensure the team goes to inspire, and give the lion’s roar more fire, fire. ?Pre-Chorus I think that we can...

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Wide open sky, space Twinkling and winking, alive God's morse code, listen For Gareth's contest--Thanks for the inspiration!!...

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Tanka, didn’t work for me you see. Sorry for the wait, I’ve been as busy as a bee. I see PD is getting a lot of praise I’m confident, PD, it is not just a phase! I had to wait to view some of your writes I had little information, but I let you out of my sights PD, I have...

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For who is this poetry destroyer A cop, but who else would employ her? As she spies no end No poet, she pretends Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur. You ask If I want mommies hug wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug You just want to hold me Under that great oak tree And kiss me on your picnic rug You want the vultures...

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Destroyer vs' Gareth # 2 Gareth oh Gareth. How have you been? I took a look at your last hit We both know your not gonna win Although you are good, I admit You have the honor to remove my gloves. They no longer fit After popping your zit of a poem This is not war, not a slam I'm just having fun knocking your...

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James Gareth is what you call me Destroyer No charge but released by a good lawyer A technicality as my names Gareth James! That’s Gareth first, now I’ve shot you down in flames! Oh, and my H.C. Hammers, did you want them back? They may need a wash as they’ve been half way up my crack. I know they are...

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