Awww...did I hurt your feelings talking about little Minch-winchy. Here I wrote you a poem to cheer you up. Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin:saynta wrote:Bluthy wrote:Congrats to Nath and Dazza but two years? That ties up our precious list space when I think we should be trying to find more real talent especially those with good disposal and decision making. I'm not a huge fan of either to be honest but they do fit Richo's pressure game plan well.
Really? No, really?
That's a really pathetic post mate.
Those two were part of the reason we won 12 games this year.
Twas the night before the Carlton game
And all through St Kilda
Nothing was stirring
Cos we thought that we’d kill them
The Blues had a big lead
Then then Minch lit up the joint
Kicking goal after goal
The Saints were down by just 5 points
Up stepped Chris Judd
Saying "I'll stop this thing…
By applying a tackle…
Known as a chicken wing”
He gave Minch a punch
He gave Minch a pinch
But the Minch didn't flinch
Not even an inch!
Minch reeled onto his right
And slammed it through the goals
Saints win the game
The Minch stole the show!
Up stepped Rebecca Judd
And gave Minch a big hug
She lingered quite long
With a slight pat on his butt
Whispered the weather girl
in quite a swoon
“I see my warm front…
Moving on top of you soon”
Chris was distraught
“Oh Rebecca its you that I crave
Please don’t leave me
I’ll even give up my beloved Man Cave”
But the lovely Rebecca was not swayed
“Oh poor Chris, how could you compare…
The Minch has no dodgy groin..
And has a full head of hair….”
So Minch and Rebecca adjourned to his house
But they did not get much sleep
For the Minch did with Rebecca that night
What lonely New Zealand men do with sheep
And for those who have read this far
Then the pay-off is this
For this was the tale
Of how the Minch stole Chris’ Missus