The New Olympics Poem by Tom Billsborough
The New Olympics
I think of British talents.
There's plenty still about.
And one I find outstanding
Is the British Litter lout.
In the Mosel valley
And in the streets of Bonn
The rubbish has been swept away
In Britain that's not done.
And what about our Stag Nights
In Prague or Southern Spain
We really show our talents
At this exciting game.
Think of all those Bar fights
In all those Cowboy pics
With chairs and people flying
And fist fights in the mix.
We practise every Saturday
In the centre of our towns.
Ten pints fuel our training
For a chance of Olympic crowns.
So come on, all you sponsors
Back our earnest pleas
We need events that we can win.
And win them at our ease.
So badger your mates to get married so that you can get in some useful training. An Olympic Gold is not beyond your grasp!
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9/12/2025 4:55:56 AM # 1.0.0
Yeah, Team GB at their best!
It was a long time ago. Round about the Dubcek era. When we were Students. The beer was incredibly cheap then! Like the idea of a Litter Limerick. Could be a load of rubbish, though!
True. So you lived here in Prague? Beautiful, but it's not the cleanest city, especially when it comes to dog dirt - many people don't care. I hope you're gonna write some more pollution poems, or litter limericks. And post them up all over the UK!
Gold medals galore. Really sad that Prague has become a happy hunting ground for Stag Dos. Stayed at the Uni there years ago. A beautiful city. The water wagons cleaned the streets every morning as I walked down the hill from the Uni to the Vlatava River.