Poetry

Forfar Athletic

At Glebe Park the hills descend, Where Forfar Athletic’s colours blend— A shirt of blue, a splash of white, They chase the ball from dawn till night. The supporters raise a steady

Grape

In the quiet vineyard's hush, a cluster clings, Purple jewels that sigh with summer's song, Each grape a tiny globe of sun‑kissed rings, Bursting sweet, a nectar that prolongs The taste of earth, a

Celtic

Mists rise from the ancient hills, Where stone‑circles guard forgotten songs, Bards whisper in a tongue that still Sings of warriors, lovers, and throngs. Heather‑clad moors wear emerald cloaks, Rivers carve verses through

Aloha

Aloha drifts across the sapphire sea, A gentle hush that kisses sun‑kissed sand. In every wave I hear the island’s plea – To share a smile, a warm, embracing hand. Here, under

Queens Park Rangers

At Loftus Road the hoops take flight, A claret‑blue sea beneath the night. Queens Park Rangers, proud and true, Chasing dreams in every hue. From the roar of the terraced stand, To the

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