Swords Cycling Club |
Tribute
to The Legend
"There was a young man called Sean Lally,
When on his bike did not dally,
Always dressed in nice gear,
He got married last year,
But still gets it up for McNally!"
ANON.
Club C/ship 2000
Hostilities started when Terry-Osterone,
Launched an attack in the Neutral Zone,
But this didnt phase Peppard,
Who pounced like a leopard
With Simon to help him get home. ANON.
Club C/ship
2001
There was a young man called Simon
Who's a dab hand at sprintin' & climbin'
But after attack and attack
He launched from the pack
And gave a display of Time Trialin' ANON
Supplied
by Peter Schweppe
(Dont know who wrote it)
If you
THINK you are beaten, you are
If you THINK you dare not, you don!t
If you like to win, but you think you can!t
It is almost certain you won!t
If you think you!ll lose, your lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellows will
It!s all in the state of mind.
If you THINK you are outclassed, you are,
You!ve got to THINK high to rise,
You!ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life!s battles don!t always go,
To the strongestor fastest man,
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN.
Colm
Stafford
38 riders went round Balheary
Some were feeling rather weary
Young Stafford was on fire around the course
(Hes riding much better since he gave up the horse)
Its hungry work being a winner
Sent Lou home to make his dinner
And off she went rather cross
But did it anyway coz she knows whos boss!
ODE TO MATT KELLY
ODE TO COMMANDO DEANS Deano |
Anto
McMahon
Still working on one about Anto McMahon
But the only thing that rhymes with McMahon is 'sat on'
Although someone did start one with.......
'There was a young man called Anto,
Whose antics should put him in panto'
'Slippers'
Brogan
There was an young man called Pete,
Finding the Wicklow hard to complete,
In Manor Kilbride,
Was unable to hide,
The slippers upon his feet!!!!!
Some sensitive offerings from my clubmates when I needed 24 stiches a week after getting Laser Surgery!!!!! | ||
From
the Bard.......... |
and.... A poetic offering from Ron............... There was a old fellow called Hugh, Who put his hand down to his shoe, It went into his wheel, he said ''its no big deal'' I could do with some chin implants too.... |
Hi Magoo, I hope they won't be too offended. (Yeah right!!!!)
ODE
TO THE FALLEN
Three times round the great Nag's Head
Went the trim and sprightly Fred
Crashing head and crushing stone
There goes another collar bone
Yet another fall in Ballybough
This time from the young Sean Rock
His dad then shouting like a Kaiser
"Where's your f 'en stabalizers?"
More sensitivity when
Fred broke a collor bone, 4 ribs & punctured a lung!!!!!!!
ODE TO THE IDLE
There was a young man called Hugh
Having nothing whatever to do.
He pulled out his carrot,
And buggered the parrot
Then sent the result to the zoo.
Composed this over a long cup of
tea during a 25 mile TT by a barber
(who shall remain nameless!!!!)
Bouncers
have feeling too......
While surfing channels the other night
I came across an amazing sight
There smiling from the telly
Was our friend big Mat Kelly
In shirt and tie he did boast
Were not bouncers pal .....just call us hosts.!!!
(Now there's 'someone'
who's def not getting in!!!!)
(New
0ct 04)
ODE TO
A RECORD RIM CHANGER!!
Permanent grin on his mugsie,
Til his tyre went a pop,
When SuperPro Lugsie,
Brought the group to a stop.
Puncture or Rim Change?
(Not that it mattered)
Coz both Wardies 'long standing' records,
Were substatially shattered!!!!
(Jason has held this
record for nearly a year now!!)
(New
0ct 04)
McIvor
Maguire
Sunday the 26th of September
Was indeed a day to remember,
New boy Frank tried in vain,
To fix his little broken chain,
It looked as if our spin would stop,
Until the wonder from Kilcock,
Got two little stones and a 20 cent
And fixed that chain in a moment,
From this day fourth I will remember,
McIvor Maguire our trusty member
(New
Nov 04)
THE REBEL OF CARLINGFORD
Let me tell you a story of a man named Cole.,
Drunk and disorderly started digging a hole,
Digging and digging he had a good sup,
Cycle home in the morning? .....sure he'll never get up!!!!,
A few more pints and off to a dance,
Well that was the plan, but not for our Lance,
The lads headed off but he wouldn't go
Who needs woman .......When you can Dance with a Crow!!!!
(The only fella who
picked up a bird on the weekend.....Ok it was stuffed crow from a
Halloween display!!!)
Three new offerings below from a new Poet on the block................................
(New
Nov 04)
Wardie
A veteran cyclist called Ward
To a spin on a Thursday looked forward
But when during the ride
On some mud he did slide
The ominous signs were ignored.
(New
Nov 04)
Kev
A cyclist from Swords called McFeely
Was passing one day through Kinsealy
Where an old man in rags
Clutching brown paper bags
Claimed they were all empty, really.
(New
Nov 04)
Anto
A cyclist from Swords, whose name is McMahon
Enters his races, devoid of a plan
Asked how does he win
He replies with a grin
I go from the line, as fast as I can.
Most offerings
are from the Bard, some are slight collaberations.
If anyone takes offence.......that bit was by the Bard !!!!!!!
All offerings welcome!!!!!!