Our story begins, on a cold winter’s day
In a place we all love, not so far away
Orford castle, way up on the hill
Our leader does sit, hand poised with quill
“A speech” he sighs “to rally my troops”
“A call to arms while the army regroups”
He sits there and ponders, his mind all a muddle
He looks to his teddy, and goes for a cuddle
This is the inspiration, he desperately needed
And deep in his brain, the words are seeded
He dips the quill and begins to scratch
The greatest of speeches that will have no match
The word flow like water
Inspiring slaughter
The speech is ready for his masses
The greatest of speeches it defiantly surpasses
Meanwhile….
In burgundy fields, the old peoples home
Out on the grass, sits a wicked old gnome
The biggest of smiles sits on his face
Plotting his next move, just incase
Up skips a nurse, Lisa’s her name
One thing to note, this girl has no shame
“Tikay” she whispers, in a seductive tone
“Its time for your bath, you must come home”
After his bath, Tikay lays on his bed
Can’t get to sleep, a thought pops in his head
“Lord Orford will rise, and crush me to pieces”
The smile on his lips, slowly decreases
Back at Orford castle….
Lord Orford sits, way up in his tower
He reads his notes, the word bristle with power
“The Orfordian’s way” he reads out the title
He ready’s himself, for its first recital
Down in the courtyard, the army stands waiting
Unlike there foe, no need for carbon dating
General Jaeger inspects the troops
From the tip of there hats, right down to there boots
Lord Orford appears, to deafening cries
Jaeger shouts “SILENCE” the army complies
The speech is started, his people take it all in
The shout go up, “WE ARE GOING TO WIN!”
Somewhere far far away….
Mr Hartigan arrives at the field of battle
Only to find, it’s full of cattle
Two days late, how could he commit such a sin?
The question to ask, is where has he been?
Sat at home, eating his fill
His wife had made, a fantastic meal
“Forgetting something” his head did tease
To the back of his mind, he brushed it with ease
…… So this is end, of chapter one
Please don’t fret, there’s more to come
The rise of lord Orford is well on its way
And on this note, only the last thing to say
Tikays 2-0 lead, will soon disappear
For as Orfordians, we have no fear
Tikay can feel it, his sure fire demise
We will win on Tuesday, to Tikay’s surprise
Comments
2-0 is a mere flesh wound.
Poetry like this lives forever.
Its almost as inspiring as the great Lords speech
keep it up
Aski
these visits to burgundy fields are not good for our health!!!!
I blow my nose at you.
(Awesomeness D3ad!!)
x
Thats not a bad post off the opposition to be fair. I might even stretch to very good in fact! There is some great inspirational blurbs off you guys coming out the orford camp at the moment............
........just need to see if you lot can learn to play poker in time for next tuesday when I think our team's task will be complete.
That is a wonderful effort especially coming from the opposition.
I dont know if you all realise but there actually is an Orford Castle in Suffolk.
Here it is
They are at the moment digging a hole at the bottom of the castle wall for Richard's grave.
They said they would have it ready by Wednesday
I'm doing the service
God bless you all
the victory is already in the bag i'm afraid
Onward Orford soldiers! Tuesday is on the morrow! To destiny and glory!!!!!