It's not clever and it's not funny!!!

:(

Would you care to elaborate what it is you are referring to? [img]smile.gif[/img]

<font color="cyan">Could it be Tim 'Nice but Shit' Henman?</font>

Apologies to Dorothea McKellar [img]smile.gif[/img]

I love a sunburnt Donut
A man in sporting pain
He's just been down at Wimbledon
Where Timmy lost again

Each year he shows such promise
So the people flock to see
And far and wide with English pride
They embrace mendacity

Twas a Frenchie named Sebastian
But excuses would be lame
As another year gets tossed upon
This British "pile of shame"

:D :D :D

topic title makes me wonder if anyone here is of German native language
or if "Schadenfreude" has already be absorbed into English vocabulary?

<font color="cyan">Excellent Poem Davros....where was that sourced from?</font>

It was a poem from the birth of Australia about 103 years ago, when we were begining to question our links to the mother country *britain*. At the time of being published it was quite contraversial in stating I love Australia and it's good and bad points, not the picture book Britain as mentioned in the first verse and that the majority had not seen.

Groundbreaking then, touching now [img]smile.gif[/img] the second verse was considered for our new national anthem.

My Country

The love of field and coppice, of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance, brown streams and soft, dim skies-
I know but cannot share it, my love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror- the wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests, all tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops, and ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us we see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless again
The drumming of an army, the steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine she pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks, watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness that thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country, a wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her, you will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours, wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country my homing thoughts will fly.

<font color="cyan">Thanx for that Wellard, I did enjoy reading that!!!

I like old folklore songy stuff, especially the Irish stuff, I don't think theres can be beaten, and old Irish music :D

Anyone got any Irish poems or stuff?

Oh, I want Gold, Rainbows and Lep......... :D </font>

You want LEProsay !!!! and no mention of Guiness....hang on..Bah!!

You nearly dragged me away from the point of this thread. Which is to ask are you now shouting for the Aussie to win Wimboldon [img]graemlins/heee.gif[/img]

Oh I know it is too soon - it's only the quarter finals [img]smile.gif[/img] ......... but :

(To the music of "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda")

This story it starts in the quiet grey halls
Of the beautiful township of Oxford
Where a young Timmy Henman was born to the world
And a name that has now become legend

For in One nine nine one (1991)
His country said son
Out on centre court
Glory's there to be won
So they gave him a racquet
And said "go have fun"
But they din't tell him now't about winnin

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the Aussies showed Tim how to play
Pat Rafter, and Hewitt
Oh they knew they could do it
They whooped Tim and caused much dismay

But year after year Brits they answered the call
When Timmy went out there to play
And the hopes of a nation peered over the wall
At the early round Henman display

But while promise is one thing
It's triumph that's lacked
And the crowds they gave up
As poor Tim was "shellacked"
And the people they ask
"Who's this loser we backed"
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
Just like in Two Thousand and Two (2002)
Sure Lleyton is gone
But our boys struggle on
And this year's the year of the "Poo" [img]smile.gif[/img]

Waltzing Matilda
Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
And Tim's ghost may be heard
As you pass by the Centre Court
Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me