IT’S National Poetry Day, so we asked Wanderers fans for their deathless prose.
There hasn’t been much inspiration at the Macron Stadium of late but our appeal prompted plenty of people to pick up their pen and rattle out a rhyme.
Supporters have sent in their long-forms, limericks, haikus and ditties throughout the day and we have selected some of the best below.
PHIL Parky had a dream, to build a winning football team
He took the frees, cast offs and loans but quelled the whines, the gripes and moans.
Division One was nearly won but the journey had only just begun
Promotion came and so to pass, the Championship loomed up at last
More loans and frees and boardroom wrangles but hopes were high despite the tangles
10 games in and then it dawned that the family silver had been pawned
Less points than for a speed offence, no threat up front and 5 man defence
Fan disquiet and some unrest will Parky rise to pass the test?
Can this team remain so tame and sink back to where it just came?
Or will we scrape enough to mean, that after Christmas it’s not so lean
And come the end of this hard season will Parky be the cause to reason
If backing him to stop the rot, was the best decision, correct or not?
by SupaWhite
Marching with Bolton
Masters of their own demise
Fight is needed now
By Antony Haydock
The Europa League
We were there Once
No, twice
Since then It's been mostly Not very Nice
By David Knowles
In League One, they were so good.
Championship – it’s not as easy, Plan A falling apart completely, Injuries, goal difference, league positon, Not what we envisioned.
But our luck must turn and the day will come, When we celebrate success not relegation.
Interested to see how this plays out, Either way, back the boys, without a doubt.
By Kelly Williams A winter’s afternoon, Away to Blackburn.
Three one before half time, The point of no return.
I'm sure he owns a Blackburn shirt, Someone said about the ref, No need to panic yet, Because we have Djorkaeff.
A spark was needed, Show us a sign!
The Frenchman lobbed the keeper, Even with him on his line.
Blackburn looked lost, And appeared dishevelled, A controlled volley from Stelios, Was enough to pull us level.
Blackburn looked beaten, The wanderers stood brave and tall, Nobby Nolan on the spin, The sweetest victory of all.
By Nick
How long before Parky will see, He needs to find a plan B?
No win in 10, for the White men.
The tactics are wrong, stop knocking it long.
It’s becoming a bore, we struggle to score.
With three at the back, and no attack.
Survival will be out of range, if things don’t change.
Hard work undone, back down to League One.
By Leeds Wanderer
Goals to the left of them
Goals to the right of them
Volleys and headers
Skinned as they fell past defenders
Not ended well
Conceded 600
By Peters
We went down to league 1, And went back up first time.
The new season started badly, And all the fans did whine.
Ameobi has returned, And Vela is back soon.
Now all we need is a goal, To get us back in tune.
By Espanol Browno
I wandered lonely as a striker
That floats on high o'er centre backs and fullbacks,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of Bolton faithful Beside the Macron, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the floodlights.
I know I want shoot I know I want to head the ball,
I know I want to score with ease.
By Nigel Thorpe
Ken bought the club with Deano,
But now he's going it alone,
If he wants to avoid a PR nightmare,
He should probably confiscate Lee's phone
By Bromilow
There was no proper training,
It was all ping pong.
He signed Sordell and Ngog
And it went very very wrong
By Stuart
Megson was awful, Lennon was dire,
Now we've got Parky, we're still in the mire.
By Andy Sellers
Megson Freedman and Coyle
with Bolton they all were foiled
Then we got Phil and all was brill
Until the championship restarted our toil
By Wanderers Wave
Wanderers til the day I die
Once in, never out
Yet sometimes I do wonder why,
I looked North, not South
Bibi Gardner is the reason
I became a White
But Bolton has no festive season,
So far it's been a fright
You get what you pay for and we haven't paid a cent
But we have to make some changes soon before our time is spent
Up next we play the villains
With Terry at the back
With no fear, let's go out there
Attack! Attack! Attack!
By Kevin Ramsay
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