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Foosball and the Classics Vol. 1
« on: March 22, 2008, 07:56:25 PM »
As things have been rather boring around here lately, I thought I'd repost this... it's been a while and I thought people might enjoy it.



In honor of the upcoming Hall of Fame Classic, we once again present our annual
foray into foosball poetry.

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The Charge of the Neon Lights Brigade
(or, Ode to the Hall of Fame Classic)

I.
Join a league, join a league,
join a league, today,
All into Riviera's glitz
Rode the sick hundreds.

"Forward, the Neon Lights Brigade!
Charge for the games?," they said:
Into the Riviera's Glitz
Rode the sick hundreds.

II.
"Forward, the Neon Lights Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the players knew
Some one had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to wait and sigh:
Into the Riviera's Glitz
Strode the sick hundreds.

III.
Rookies to the right of them,
Rookies to the left of them,
Rookies in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with pull and snake,
Boldly they'd shoot or fake,
Into the pits of Death,
Into losers bracket Hell
Strode the sick hundreds.

IV.
Shot all their shoulders numb,
Shot as they blew income,
Luring the foosers there,
Charging an arm and leg
All the world wonder'd:

Plunged into cigarette smoke
Blackjack and slots, they're broke;
Rookie and Master
Reel'd from the lightning-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.

They should be at home, but not,
Not the sick hundreds.

V.
Rookies to the right of them
Rookies to the left of them,
Rookies behind them
Valley had blunder'd;

Scream'd at from wheel and bell,
While pro and semi fell,
They that had played so well
Came thro' the charts of Death,
Back from the match from Hell,

All that was left of them,
Left of sick hundreds.

VI.
When did their mem'ry fade?
O the wild bets they laid!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the debts they made!

Honor the Neon Lights Brigade,
Noble sick hundreds!
« Last Edit: March 22, 2008, 08:00:35 PM by TSR_Brad »

Re: Foosball and the Classics Vol. 1
« Reply #1 on: July 11, 2014, 02:33:18 AM »
As things have been rather boring around here lately, I thought I'd repost this... it's been a while and I thought people might enjoy it.



In honor of the upcoming Hall of Fame Classic, we once again present our annual
foray into foosball poetry.

----------------------------------------------

The Charge of the Neon Lights Brigade
(or, Ode to the Hall of Fame Classic)

I.
Join a league, join a league,
join a league, today,
All into Riviera's glitz
Rode the sick hundreds.

"Forward, the Neon Lights Brigade!
Charge for the games?," they said:
Into the Riviera's Glitz
Rode the sick hundreds.

II.
"Forward, the Neon Lights Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the players knew
Some one had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to wait and sigh:
Into the Riviera's Glitz
Strode the sick hundreds.

III.
Rookies to the right of them,
Rookies to the left of them,
Rookies in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with pull and snake,
Boldly they'd shoot or fake,
Into the pits of Death,
Into losers bracket Hell
Strode the sick hundreds.

IV.
Shot all their shoulders numb,
Shot as they blew income,
Luring the foosers there,
Charging an arm and leg
All the world wonder'd:

Plunged into cigarette smoke
Blackjack and slots, they're broke;
Rookie and Master
Reel'd from the lightning-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.

They should be at home, but not,
Not the sick hundreds.

V.
Rookies to the right of them
Rookies to the left of them,
Rookies behind them
Valley had blunder'd;

Scream'd at from wheel and bell,
While pro and semi fell,
They that had played so well
Came thro' the charts of Death,
Back from the match from Hell,

All that was left of them,
Left of sick hundreds.

VI.
When did their mem'ry fade?
O the wild bets they laid!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the debts they made!

Honor the Neon Lights Brigade,
Noble sick hundreds!

That was pretty classic indeed..Sorry for posting in bit old thread but it shares classic information..

Re: Foosball and the Classics Vol. 1
« Reply #2 on: July 13, 2014, 12:18:14 PM »
As things have been rather boring around here lately, I thought I'd repost this... it's been a while and I thought people might enjoy it.



In honor of the upcoming Hall of Fame Classic, we once again present our annual
foray into foosball poetry.

----------------------------------------------

The Charge of the Neon Lights Brigade
(or, Ode to the Hall of Fame Classic)

I.
Join a league, join a league,
join a league, today,
All into Riviera's glitz
Rode the sick hundreds.

"Forward, the Neon Lights Brigade!
Charge for the games?," they said:
Into the Riviera's Glitz
Rode the sick hundreds.

II.
"Forward, the Neon Lights Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the players knew
Some one had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to wait and sigh:
Into the Riviera's Glitz
Strode the sick hundreds.

III.
Rookies to the right of them,
Rookies to the left of them,
Rookies in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with pull and snake,
Boldly they'd shoot or fake,
Into the pits of Death,
Into losers bracket Hell
Strode the sick hundreds.

IV.
Shot all their shoulders numb,
Shot as they blew income,
Luring the foosers there,
Charging an arm and leg
All the world wonder'd:

Plunged into cigarette smoke which I got from
ecigfiend
Blackjack and slots, they're broke;
Rookie and Master
Reel'd from the lightning-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.

They should be at home, but not,
Not the sick hundreds.

V.
Rookies to the right of them
Rookies to the left of them,
Rookies behind them
Valley had blunder'd;

Scream'd at from wheel and bell,
While pro and semi fell,
They that had played so well
Came thro' the charts of Death,
Back from the match from Hell,

All that was left of them,
Left of sick hundreds.

VI.
When did their mem'ry fade?
O the wild bets they laid!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the debts they made!

Honor the Neon Lights Brigade,

Noble sick hundreds![/i]
That was pretty classic indeed..Sorry for posting in bit old thread but it shares classic information..