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I really don't think I could risk it, I've had a full cut of brisket, Oh what the hell? A treat would be swell, *Opens mouth, receives biscuit

I would truly love Yarmolenko, To be like a pre-Chelsea Shevchenko, Our attacking would flow, Though our midfield's still slow, Gaz gets skinned like a d1ck dipped in Kenco

I hope that this deal stays intact, If not, then the board should be sacked, But if you want the truth, I'd stake tail and tooth, On the reporting of Sportofact

On this issue, I must lay down the gavel, Arguments against him truly unravel, If he persists, With goals and assists, It matters not his first touch is like Saville

We have a miserly, tight-fisted owner, Do bi-monthly sackings give you boners? If you're gonna get stroppy When waters get choppy, Then go and support Barceloner

Walken, you blind, WUMmy toff, Your appraisal of Osman is off, I command thee, disrobe While I, Doctor Tobe Grab your balls and tell you to koff He's done nothing to earn your derision, What he lacks in pace, he makes up with vision, Though I agree, It is sad that just he, Can make passes with...

You got sumthin 'gainst Mike cos' he's black? Mo'f**ka, don't make me go on the attack, I'll take yo girl for a meal, Gets her in my automobile, Hump her leg and never call her back

I thank you, but you could spend years, And come up emptier than Paul Gasgoine's beers Give up your cause No one knew who I was, Before I put on floppy ears

A certain Belgian, in whom faith is eroding That penalty thing was quite goading His best times have passed, And he can't even last, Half an hour without hamstrings exploding

Sapie, 88th of his name, And myself are not one and the same, But it seems to me, That he and BMG For this Rhymedog, take most of the blame

I, for one, agree with your cause, We're really clutching at straws, Barkley is ace, But he'd be more out of place, Than cocks on the end of my paws

Which way did he go, Timmy Howard? After the World Cup, in which he towered, Now he just sits there, Into the distance he stares, Like a virgin that's being deflowered

This season has been so terribly dire, Not even McCarthy can escape our ire, He's done much to carry, A terrible Barry, Who must have Robbie's wife over a fire

Some dogs give their paw as a trick I drop rhymes that are sick, I hope you see light, Racism isn't right, Although this forum needs a new Nik.

Gibson is class, we agree, He came here for a negligible fee, It's such a shame, That a man with such game, Has two fist-sized pavlovas for knees.

Your comments are quite revealing The black community will be reeling Now that Mikey Fitz, Is a sheet wearing schiz, With a Suarez mural on his ceiling

Since the nightmare we had at the Potters, It's nice to know we have slotters, A shot to the spine Of the scum on the Tyne, And a stick in the spokes of the plotters

Aids needs a cab so ask David Henen, Geads is like the theories of Lenin, On paper he's good, In life he's a dud, Ireland's version of Aaron Lennon