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I wandered lonley as a cloud

Sat Jan 04, 2020 3:53 pm

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er hill and dale,
When all at once I spied a crowd,
And all as one they began to wail.
For Carlisle, the mighty club from North,
had scored a goal against the blues
And for all the shots we then brought forth,
I knew at once that again we'd lose :evil: :evil: :evil:

Re: I wandered lonley as a cloud

Sat Jan 04, 2020 3:54 pm

Jumanji Jim wrote:I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er hill and dale,
When all at once I spied a crowd,
And all as one they began to wail.
For Carlisle, the mighty club from North,
had scored a goal against the blues
And for all the shots we then brought forth,
I knew at once that again we'd lose :evil: :evil: :evil:

Needs a second verse now. :banghead:

Re: I wandered lonley as a cloud

Sat Jan 04, 2020 3:58 pm

salopiancity wrote:
Jumanji Jim wrote:I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er hill and dale,
When all at once I spied a crowd,
And all as one they began to wail.
For Carlisle, the mighty club from North,
had scored a goal against the blues
And for all the shots we then brought forth,
I knew at once that again we'd lose :evil: :evil: :evil:

Needs a second verse now. :banghead:


And so ends yet another half
Where we are made to look the fools
Oh dearie me you have to laugh
Our side is just a bunch of tools.
Our defence is weak, the attack is blunt
And the manager has no clue
To a man they are a cnut,
I'm ashamed to say I am a blue.

Re: I wandered lonley as a cloud

Sat Jan 04, 2020 5:05 pm

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er hill and dale,
When all at once I spied a crowd,
And all as one they began to wail.
For Carlisle, the mighty club from North,
had scored a goal against the blues
And for all the shots we then brought forth,
I knew at once that again we'd lose.

And so ends yet another half
Where we are made to look the fools
Oh dearie me you have to laugh
Our side is just a bunch of tools.
Our defence is weak, the attack is blunt
And the manager has no clue
To a man they are a cnut,
I'm ashamed to say I am a blue.

Then all at once a mighty Scot
smashed one in from half a yard
I thought that we had lost the plot
But Pato, well he is a card,
And then another! From Gavin Whyte!
Planted with his head
So it looks like we aren't so shyte,
Well bugger me down dead!

Alas, once again tis but a draw
and off up North we go.
Why oh why we cant score more,
against a team so low!
Fear not, though chaps, for next is up
Some smelly jacks down west,
And though its league and not the Cup,
We'll need to be our best!