Write a poem about man utd

[Ajr]

Old Trafford stands tall and proud,
A temple to the game,
A fortress for the red and loud,
A legacy to claim.

The Theatre of Dreams, they call it,
And dream we all have done,
Of glory, fame and triumph,
Under the Manchester sun.

 

[dcrompton]

Let’s not get all mawkish,
Because this feels a bit rawkish

 

[Nas-JR]

This is a ChatGPT prompt isn't it? I did the same asking it to write a poem about the 99 champions league final...It got the order of the goals completely wrong but after some corrections, it was actually quite good.

 

[EtH]

Oh Erik
My Erik
I am sorry
For the Caf

 

[Waynne]

Is this an exercise to heal from the defeat
Lets knuckle down and avoid a repeat

 

[Red in STL]

We're Manchester United
Feck with us at your peril

 

[I’m loving my life]

Can we not have a fan fiction section where we write detailed stories about a parallel universe where Ole never left, and Ronaldo led us to the treble with lots of flowery language?

 

[goalscholes]

United are red,
But my feelings are blue.
As Arsenal scored three,
When United scored two

 

[DLE]

In Manchester, there's a new boss,
Who knows how to score and toss.
Eric Ten Hag is his name,
And he's here to play the game.

With tactics sharp and skills so great,
He'll take United to a higher state.
Fans will cheer, and rivals will fret,
For Eric's come to Manchester United.

So watch out, Premier League foes,
For Eric's coming to deal some blows.
With his team of Red Devils so bright,
They'll leave opponents shaking with fright.

 

[FriedClams]

In Manchester, there's a new boss,
Who knows how to score and toss.
Eric Ten Hag is his name,
And he's here to play the game.

With tactics sharp and skills so great,
He'll take United to a higher state.
Fans will cheer, and rivals will fret,
For Eric's come to Manchester United.

So watch out, Premier League foes,
For Eric's coming to deal some blows.
With his team of Red Devils so bright,
They'll leave opponents shaking with fright.

sounds a bit camp to be honest.

 

[Tapori]

When the OP
Follows the Posters
It is because
They think
Poems
Wil be thrown
Into
The Thread

 

[scottser]

Being one of us
Manchester United fans
Screaming out our pride

 

[rimaldo]

manchester united, the proud home of the reds,
the same colour as the cards that casemiro collects.
our trophy count higher than pep on his meds,
willian punches the ball whilst silva objects.

klopp stands there and grins whilst antony spins,
eriksen’s heart stops and starts, whilst we’re played off the park,
we have more right-wingers than ukip; it’s the edl way,
wout falling over as de gea kicks the ball out of play.

old trafford is rotting, a carcass of old,
the pissers lathered in piss, the paint is all mold.
the glazers, they bleed us, for fun and for profit,
qataris or radcliffe? who knows, not me. feck it.

 

[tomaldinho1]

I’ve watched men chase a ball whilst earning colossal sums.
Something about this wretched game on seats puts squeaky bums.
Down the road is Bratwurst Rodgers who beat us 7 nil.
A club going bankrupt when they get his dentist bill.
Across town sadly have arrived more reasons to bereave.
Julia Roberts biggest fan, more than you believe.
Down in London the worst of all,
The loud mouthed Lego Pep.
But time’s are changing, finally, they’d better watch their step.

We’ve brought in Heisenberg himself,
The king of crystal meth.
Let terraces roar again,
And all sing in one brETH.

 

[Tincanalley]

Let’s not get all mawkish,
Because this feels a bit rawkish

 

[P-Ro]

Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea
Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea!!

 

[Tincanalley]

Let’s not get all mawkish,
Because this feels a bit rawkish

You can't rhyme mawkish with Rawkish,
Or Dutch people with think you are taking the pish

 

[Big Andy]

Four Nil
Under the lights
Crossbar rattled
Kick the ball

Own goal!
Foul!
Free kick

Yorke
Ole
United!

Cheer the goals
United fans shout to the away end
Nonce!
Twat!

 

[Lux Thunder]

Glory days are back,
Go and get us Harry Kane,
We want Glazers out.

 

[kopviolator]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Glory glory ManUtd
And feck Liverpool

 

[arthurka]

Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea
Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea!!

You missed one..

 

[stepic]

Old Trafford stands tall and proud,
A temple to the game,
A fortress for the red and loud,
A legacy to claim.

The Theatre of Dreams, they call it,
And dream we all have done,
Of glory, fame and triumph,
Under the Manchester sun.

Manchester sun?

 

[acolyte]

marcus rashford withdrawn
from national team duty

with a niggling injury​

shades of giggs and

Fergie's dark arts



they

are​

afraid​

 

[2 man midfield]

There once was a young man called Bruno
Who called a linesman a you know
pushed him in the guts
Then Talksport went nuts
Cos ‘Mitrovic wasn’t immune though’

 

[KanieKaned]

Roses wear red and so do United.

Fin

 

[Rams]

As the red trickles down the shirt
Dampening the devil on its crest
The floodlights lighten the cheers of victory
Swirling the noise through the stands of history

 

[Whiteside '85]

Mitrovic lost the plot, looked like a schoolboy on crack, banned for 99 games will never play again
And Utd, let's face it, were kak!

 

[TwoSheds]

There once was a Man called United,
The fans used to watch on Delighted,
But from Moyes to Rangnick,
The owners were Pricks,
And now with Ratcliffe we'll be Blighted.

 

[Stig]

United are dead good.

 

[Wilt]

United are dead good.

Great poem. You’ve obviously put the hours in.

 

[Bert_]

Roses are red,
Viollet is too,
feck off City,
cnuts

 

[surf]

So farewell then Scott?
You don't play a lot
Since you lost your spot
So now stop the rot
Show us what you've got
And reclaim your slot
Give the Geordies a swat
Or you're worth diddly squat

 

[Zlatattack]

Attack attack attack,
So went the chant.
Haters said it was simple,
But titles did we stack.

The theatre of dreams,
The glorious teams,
The army of fans,
The Scottish dragon in the stands.

Our red faced night ride out into the sunset,
Taking with him our spirit and soul.
The warriors toiled, but couldn't achieve thier goal.

Battered and bruised,
heads dropped, shoulders slumped,
They see a light on the horizon,
A hope for a new day.

A leader emerges and roars them on.
He stands beside then, even joins in on the run.
The energy surges, spirits and heads lift high,
The fight returns and glory is in sight.

 

[ErikElevenHag]

Wumminator had it right,
Mancs bring united delight,
Other fans can share,
But they don't compare.

We're the mancs,
We're the superfans, please do not doubt, that it's our support that has the most clout.

Signed, Manc superfan.

 

[NLunited]

Manchester is red
Manchester not blue
feck Liverpool

 

[Wibble]

Manchester United, a football team so great
Their fans all over the world eagerly await
Their players, legends in their own right
Their victories, a source of pure delight

Old Trafford, the Theatre of Dreams
A place where history is made, or so it seems
The roar of the crowd, the sound of the chant
The spirit of United, forever rampant

From Busby Babes to Treble Winners
From Beckham to Ronaldo, their stars all glimmer
Their legacy, a testament to their might
Their passion, a beacon shining bright

Their manager, a true legend in his own time
Ferguson's leadership, so sublime
His words of wisdom, still ringing true
United, a team built to pursue

Their motto, "Glory, Glory, Man United"
Their spirit, unmatched, never subsided
Their fans, a sea of red and white
Their love for the club, an endless sight

Manchester United, a football club so proud
Their legacy, forever loud
Their spirit, forever strong
United, the team that can do no wrong.

And now a new era has begun
With Ten Hag at the helm, the battle's won
With his tactical mind and coaching skill
He'll lead United to victory, with a determined will

His passion for the game, so clear to see
His focus on team unity, a winning key
He's taken the reins with fervor and drive
And the Red Devils are ready to thrive

With a squad of talent and spirit so high
And a manager who's always willing to try
Manchester United, with Ten Hag at their side
Are sure to continue their winning stride.


Thanks ChatGPT. You aren't quite as shit as me at poetry.

 

[Waynne]

Let’s not get all mawkish,
Because this feels a bit rawkish

Good enough for a bumper sticker.

 

[Ian Reus]

There was a wee man called Jim,

Who tried to buy United on a whim,

But in came Qatar,

With all the money and power,

And outbid poor Jim for the win.

 

[Martial]

You're the Red Devil in my dreams, Man United, you make me scream.

You are my red ecstasy, my Old Trafford delight, my Man United who makes me moan all night.

Man United, you're the only one for me, you make my heart beat faster than your trophy spree.

 

[ArbeitervonWien]

I saw the best players of my generation destroyed by Liverpool, conceding hysterical braindead,
Dragging themselves through Anfield Road at dawn looking for an angry final whistle

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness and unobtainable championships! Ten Hag's screaming on the sidelines! Maguire's sobbing at the bench! Bruno's weeping in the park!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch!