William Shakespeare

Sonnet 34

My Wiggo's' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Sherrin is far more red than his lips' red;;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on his head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in his cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my Wiggins reeks.
I love to see him attack from half-back, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My Wiggins, when he walks, treads on the ground, takes a pack mark.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any he belied with false compare.

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Ecclesiastes 1:4, "One generation passes away, and another generation comes: but The Blues abide forever."

William Wordsworth

He Trained among the Untrodden Ways

He trained among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A back-flanker whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

He played unknown, and few could know
When Wiggins ceased to be;
But he is in the Ressies, and, oh,
The difference to me!

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Ecclesiastes 1:4, "One generation passes away, and another generation comes: but The Blues abide forever."

There once was a man called Simon Wiggins
Who played with the heart and spirit of Brighton Diggins
He picked up a chick
She took one look at his ****
And said "Jaysus Christ what a biggun".

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Richard Pratt - A Carlton legend.

Simon Wiggins he's our man
Hero of our nation
For his adventures just be sure
And stay tuned to this station

(Roger Ramjet circa late 90's)

Surely you mean Roger Ramjet circa 1965

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Ecclesiastes 1:4, "One generation passes away, and another generation comes: but The Blues abide forever."

My memory doesn't go back that far. Mind you I did catch roger on abc the other week.

My brain hurts too!!

I didn't write this but probably an appropriate time to post it.

Lord, have mercy on Simon Wiggins………...

Works hard at training
Picked in the draft at fifteen
Needs an angel of mercy
To save his place in the team

He can't put a football
On the chest of someone else from his team
All BANG! CRASH! no class, baby
Not really fast
He's been ridin' for free, yeah!

Givin' it all
Doin' nothin' at all
Living in the Valley of Dead Wood
Kickin' the ball
It's out on the full
Living in the Valley of Dead Wood

If you light on a gallows it bodes nothing but good,
Unless you're in the middle of a Tasmanian wood.

But you are in a wood? Well, there's nothing to fear
Except if Simon Wiggins is hanging near.

And there is such a Wiggins? You're in danger,
it's plain,
Retreat with your sanity from Tasmania again.

What, nobody wants Simon Wiggins no more?
Why didn't anybody say anything, some time before?

(Like three flower years ago?)

All the Wiggins you've slighted, and it's done
you no good.
There's a Wiggins hiding under every dark hood...

Wiggins ain't no holler back girl

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Richard Pratt - A Carlton legend.

Footballs are Red
Wiggins heart is BLUE
You can keep Chris Judd
Coz Simon, WE LOVE YOU!!!!!

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"The ability to speak doesn't make you intelligent." Qui-Gon Jinn 15-05-2005

"there’s more chance of me becoming the full forward for the [Western Bulldogs] than there is of any change in the Labor Party." Julia Gillard 18-05-2010

A noble spirit emWiggins the smallest man.

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TISM ode to Wiggo

I come to praise, not to bury, the shoddy and the rooted -
To lament for the passing of those men, Safari suited,
Who'd flatten you with mindless glee when they got really newted.

Behind the bottleshop you'd see the roughest justice done:
Yeah, it was assault and battery - but with a sense of fun,
And a drink together after, when the ambulance had come.

"You gotta f*cking mouth on ya," those moustached yobs would say
Back when being literate was something to hide away
And being mediocre meant you played in the V.F.A.

But now everyone's decent footballer, everyone's got bloody skill:
What happened to the real players who could hardly kick the pill?
So long live to Simon Wiggins though everyone knows you're a dill.

I said maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybeeeeee,
He's gonna be the one that saaaaaaaaaaaaaaves meeeeeee,
And afteraaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllll,
He's my Wiggo-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllll

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Writer for SuperCoach Paige www.scpaige.com.au
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