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To help pass the time while we all go a bit nuts with impatience for the start of actual racing, how about exercising your literary powers on coming up with the best limerick for AC 34?

 

Here's my first effort:

 

The bastards are making us wait

For the start of the race which we hate

We speculate madly

About things we know badly

Going ape-shit over stuff like king-post gate

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another in a similar vein...

 

Why the fuck must we all sit and wait

for the outcome of the (yawn) King Post gate?

When it's obvious to all

Someones taking a fall

For the Coutts and the Ellisons we hate!

 

(Yeah "Hate" is a bit too strong but it had to rhyme :))

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There was small crew from EnZed

Who sailed on a black rocket sled

When they went down the mine

They were perfectly fine

Coz they had volume up front and not lead.

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There was small crew from EnZed

Who sailed on a black rocket sled

When they went down the mine

They were perfectly fine

Coz they had volume up front and not lead.

Nice!!!

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There once was a sailor called Coutts

Who some thought a bit big for his boots

His enemies said

He built parts filled with lead

And he chose the ones that best suits

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Jimmy was spitting for days

"It's unfair" he said, thinking of ways

To get back at the prick

Who dreamed up the trick

Of "fixing" the boats winning ways!

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Well - A Builder reporting to Turner

Could best be described as a learner

He made a few boobs

But with lead insert tubes

He discovered a nice little earner

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While Oracles can be misguided,

And their flip floppy visions derided,

But it's horribly quick by some soothsayers trick

The problem is staying sunny sided...

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For the crew of the ship Luna Rossa

The skipper was just a poor tosser

He hadn't a watch

So they gave him a swatch

That Someone had robbed from a dosser

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What Julian wanted the most,

 

Was a look at a monster king-post

 

So she went to see Larry,

 

And said “how much do you carry?”

 

But was shocked when he said it’s now toast!

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Vincenzo turned out to be smart,

Artemis was wrong from the start,

New Zealand learned to fly,

Max Sirena did cry,

Oracle was sunk by one part.

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There once was a boy from Nantucket

 

Who saw a sheep but wouldn't fuck it

 

That's something only a Kiwi must do

 

Because pussy won't even take their money to screw

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Of bastards the AC has many

From Ernesto to Michael and Denny

But the worst of them all

Is the one with the gall

To add lead shot to be better than any!

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There was a man named Ellisan

Who thought he could sail better than Ernie can

In lead mine SBs he tried and failed

Until in a monster Tri he sailed.

 

He cloned CNEV into Artimis

To ensure all callenges would be a piece of piss

As he expects only wins, not defeats

By hook or by crook or even cheats

 

Now his brand looks shopsoiled

And plans for the defence have been foiled

He maintains support through Anarchist Stingray

Whose loyalty will be tested by the IJ

 

If they don't start racing real quick

I'll be writing another fn Limerick

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Coutts woz a tallented saylyer
With an intellecked big az Ostraylya
But his confident sent
sov direckshun haz ment
That hiz dreamz hav now arked towardz failyer.

Lyk hiz co-eekwalz, Cayard iz apt
To devize and contrive to hav tapt
From a billionairez stash
the most utmost of cash
Notwithstanding, there campane unwrapt.

From a land with a shape lyk a boote
Came a teem with no shortadje of loote
But thay ran out of timing
(Az Ive run owt of ryming)
In fackt timing woz not there strong soote.

Wun thing thats kwite sertin with Dalts
in spyt of his manifest faults
( - Hiz opponents hav winst
Coz hiz werds are not minst - )
BUT: hiz nuts shore are dun up with bolts.

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Coutts woz a tallented saylyer

With an intellecked big az Ostraylya

But his confident sent

sov direckshun haz ment

That hiz dreamz hav now arked towardz failyer.

 

Lyk hiz co-eekwalz, Cayard iz apt

To devize and contrive to hav tapt

From a billionairez stash

the most utmost of cash

Notwithstanding, there campane unwrapt.

 

From a land with a shape lyk a boote

Came a teem with no shortadje of loote

But thay ran out of timing

(Az Ive run owt of ryming)

In fackt timing woz not there strong soote.

 

Wun thing thats kwite sertin with Dalts

in spyt of his manifest faults

( - Hiz opponents hav winst

Coz hiz werds are not minst - )

BUT: hiz nuts shore are dun up with bolts.

I am not worthy - you are the Yoda of Limericking!

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Snaerks spelling would not suit the post

But his logic is better than most

His quips at StingRay

Bring a shine to the day

and his followers form quite a host

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A Round the world Skipper called Dalts

might possibly have some small faults

he might sometimes talk "blue"

But he grinds with his crew

and his team from NZ he exalts.

 

He was offered a "Sir" but said NO,

Down that primrose path he'd not go

a kiwi to the core

he would even the score

With "Sir Russ" who's team started with "O"

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There once was a lawyer called SAENZ

Who fancied A job with ETNZ

When He protested their speeding

They said how our hearts bleeding

But regret that our contract now ENDZ

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Russell, the boss of Team Oracle

Whose boat was as slow as a coracle

Observing the Kiwis

Gybing fast in the seabreeze

Said “to win, we’ll need a moracle”

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

Oracle Racing

Is in the poo

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So the Cup was in Straits quite dire

It could never get put of the mire

From one year to the next

'twas a struggle at best

And the teams ended up on the pyre

 

The smart ones amongst us said hey

What we need is a media fray

Gladitorial sports

Of the watery sort

And we'll piss on those that say nay

 

But first we need some controls

We're in charge so let's have some polls

And with all the votes in

We'll just do our own thing

And to hell with all those arseholes

 

An event not for Stone Ager man

We'll create completely new fans

With a Facebook account

He needs no amount

Of knowledge of Catamarans

 

For that is what we will race

The C- Class is setting the pace

Our old lead pig slugs

Resemble more tugs

In the twenty first centuries face

 

Rules drafted - please now a drum roll

We've named the thing a protocol

It contains all the rules

But only some tools

Can read them without alcohol

 

Now the boats can stand up on their foils

Reaching speeds at which water it boils

With this limit in place

The length of the race

Means sailors continue their toils.

 

Another invention - the wing

Is quite a spectacular thing

With the leading edge twisted

The boat is not listed

And oh how the foils they sing

 

But to stop at the end of the day

Means a crane and a dock on the bay

Where forty shore crew they sit

Which costs quite a bit

And those costs are quite hard to defray.

 

And the sponsors don't like it a bit

That their money is spent on this shit

Except sailors have pockets

Where some of the profits

Get diverted and spent on the flit

 

So the sponsors no longer come

To part with spectacular sums

For the right to declare

That they have been there

When the smart take their money and run.

 

For a sailors preference is rum

And not to live under the thumb

But for this he needs you

And me it is true

To pay - oh it's lucky for some

 

But it seems those days have now passed

Where the money it flowed - and quite fast

You could fill up your boots

With all of the loot

And a fortune was quickly amassed

 

Best beware cos Karmas a bitch

Not everything runs with no hitch

when fiddling the rules

there are some home truths

And all it takes is one snitch

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While Frisco for some may be foggy


the setting sure pleased that gent hoggie.


Still Stinger shouts 'LARK'


and we all curse that Snaerk


it's Te Kooti who drives us most potty


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There was small crew from EnZed

Who sailed on a black rocket sled

When they went down the mine

They were perfectly fine

Coz they had volume up front and not lead.

Actually laughed out loud at that one....

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King Larry thought adoration

An appropriate response from the nation

For winning the chalice

From the Swiss prince of malice

But instead we want his abdication

 

 

 

 

A public that should be adoring

Thought the Louis Vuitton Cup was quite boring

Despite the speed and the foiling

All the grinding and toiling

If the AC’s the same, I’ll be snoring

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Coutts woz a tallented saylyer

With an intellecked big az Ostraylya

But his confident sent

sov direckshun haz ment

That hiz dreamz hav now arked towardz failyer.

 

Lyk hiz co-eekwalz, Cayard iz apt

To devize and contrive to hav tapt

From a billionairez stash

the most utmost of cash

Notwithstanding, there campane unwrapt.

 

From a land with a shape lyk a boote

Came a teem with no shortadje of loote

But thay ran out of timing

(Az Ive run owt of ryming)

In fackt timing woz not there strong soote.

 

Wun thing thats kwite sertin with Dalts

in spyt of his manifest faults

( - Hiz opponents hav winst

Coz hiz werds are not minst - )

BUT: hiz nuts shore are dun up with bolts.

 

I nominate this post for a sticky.

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There was an old sailor called Coutts

Who thought he was wearing the boots

What's that? He said

You added some lead?

Ahh no worries, they're all in cahoots

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If you're planning to sail the AC

In foiling cats over the sea

Better shift all the lead

From the bow to the shed

Or you'll end up A over T

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Sed Russ, "I woz alwaze a trier
And my aim haz got hier and hier


but, averting my gaze from minutiae,
my KP contracted a UTI


and now I am peeing barbed wier"

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One more:

 

Tucker Thompson was once heard to say

Andy there's two 72's on the Bay

Better grab for yourself

Something from the top shelf

While we figure out just what to say

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How I yearn for the days of D Connor

No candidate for the legion of honour

What's that you've got?

A ninety foot yacht?

So he pulled out a cat and was goner

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There once was a sailor called Simmer

His first job ? Australia's trimmer!

But the years had gone by

Bringing tears and a sigh

His glory was faded - was dimmer.

 

Could he return to the circle of winners ?

But which boat would give him that glimmer ?

He thought one designs fine

But for your boat not mine

And proceeded to make his hulls slimmer.

 

He had an old mate called Murray

Couldn't recognize epoxy-lead slurry

But when he cut colour seven

For world championship heaven

He sure made it home in a hurry

 

Another young gun was called Jimmy

At the starts he surely could shimmy

But with the wind on his arse

And the tide ebbing fast

All his crew ended up in the swimmy

 

Of the Aussies Bertrand's the man

Who removed from New York the old can

But now that he's old

And his stories been told

It's to swimming he's turning his hand

 

Not since Their boat went down the mine

Have the Aussies repeated the crime

The Cup stays aloof

As visible proof

Although Bondy has served out his time

 

Syd Fishers a crusty old goat

With plenty of dough in his tote

He wasted his time

In Oosanens prime

And now he won't pay for a boat

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Now Limericks are often salacious

Being otherwise is rather audacious

those 72's are so fast

That they just might not last

But Break up to loud cries of "Good Gracious"

 

45's may have pointed the way

Within their tight rules some don't stay

a repair to a post (king)

was a regular thing

but to alter was never fair play

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Said DB well it sure ain't a foil

Or some vortex antigravity coil

Nick came up with that shit

Had a massive one lit

They look strange as all fookin' hoil

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The Flintstones, they said, were in trouble

It’s the number of hulls we should double!

But lopsided races

And egg on their faces

Showed the wisdom of old Barney Rubble

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The NZL journo's were all bleatin'

Over the claims that there was some cheatin'

Though the Jury had not ruled

They continued to drool

 

Reporting nothing but "facts"

Their standards a bit lax

They kept digging deep

Like at home with the sheep

 

 

WL

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Oracle did an unorthodox thing

And very thoroughly trashed their wing

The rig was certainly damned

- everyone heard "Bam Bam"

And the Clysar started to ping

 

Not all of the trash floated in reach

Some was adrift for a matter of weeks

By swallowing bits

All the birds got the shits

And some jellyfish lost their sting

 

The environmentalists started to screech

This carbon footprint was clearly in breach

Southwards floated the spill

(It was spied from a hill)

Forming hazards on Pebbles Beach

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The NZ journalistos were lyin'

Their imaginations again were just flyin'

As they reached in their sack

For another piece of crack

And divined about Pelicans Dyin'

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Take it from Morelli and Melvin

It's not an issue of helm'in

Afloats just not it

Like Woody's POS

If its the Cup you wish to be seen in

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The NZ journalistos were lyin'

Their imaginations again were just flyin'

As they reached in their sack

For another piece of crack

And divined about Pelicans Dyin'

 

A pelican from fishermans wharf

Whilst cooly surveying the course

Caught sight of some clysar

And took a great dive sir

But was killed by impactive force

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There was a young fellow from Auckland

A bit ironic - cause he dint even like land

And sailing's to wet

He spluttered and spat

But the flyin's working better than planned

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The guy from Chicago made Billions

But the cup he desired was Switzerlands

So he hired the best

And argued the rest

With Dogzilla for show by his minions

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A pelican from fishermans wharf

Whilst cooly surveying the course

Caught sight of some clysar

And took a great dive sir

But was killed by impactive force

:D

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Captain America his name was Cayard

What luck, the cup in his backyard!

With a Billionaires hoard

All the best were aboard

'cept Kouyoumdjian - who now works as cow herd

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A pelican from fishermans wharf

Whilst cooly surveying the course

Caught sight of some clysar

And took a great dive sir

But was killed by impactive force

:D

The pelican made quite a parcel

As it flew by trimmer Marcel

It let out a squawk as it hit the deck

Neatly snapping off its neck

Its last clear vision was its arsehole.

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Captain America his name was Cayard

What luck, the cup in his backyard!

With a Billionaires hoard

All the best were aboard

'cept Kouyoumdjian - who now works as cow herd

 

 

You compose an ode to Artemis

Maybe just to take the piss

But Did you sign an NDA?

Now - that will not go away

Which makes it all quite serious

 

To write the piece t'would be cruel

You never know - perhaps the crew will

It would be just a limerick

And surely they would know the trick

Except that they forgot that the last line has to rhyme with the first one so they thought they should throw it out and start again but had already got this far so decided to push on anyway and see I they could work it out in the end . . .

 

I don't get it - maybe you will ?

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It was bulky, so they called it The Tractor

but most knew it was obviously faster

than those millionaire twins

with their copycat fins

all that's left, is Knighthood, for her Master

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Now young Bud was a bit of a wanker

Who got off by sitting down on the anchor

He got a job as the pit

On OR with James Spit

But took the anchor on board and he sank her!

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Oh how I mourned in the days of Ernesto

Who pinched all our sailors hey presto

To the rest Grant said Stay!

We'll bring the Cup back someday

So long as you don't mind Nespresso

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A pelican from fishermans wharf

Whilst cooly surveying the course

Caught sight of some clysar

And took a great dive sir

But was killed by impactive force

:D
The pelican made quite a parcel

As it flew by trimmer Marcel

It let out a squawk as it hit the deck

Neatly snapping off its neck

Its last clear vision was its arsehole.

 

 

 

Now a pelican has a great beak

And is always looking for something to eat

And when they are ravenous

Become quite scavengous

So beware they don't aim at your feet

 

There was a particular bird

They had strayed away from the herd

Down to Pier 80

it became rather matey

With the oracle boatbuilders crowd

 

It used to hang out by the trash

For the tidbits, nibbles and mash

One day in a rush

It swallowed some mush

From a furtively guarded stash

 

Although he swallowed it whole

The taste was a little bit foul

Something stuck in his throat

He could no longer float

So he took to his wings on the prowl

 

But his flight was upset by gravity

Due to his dining depravity

He flew down by the head

With a beak full of lead

Which modified his pitch stability

 

Which is why that bird so did lunge

At the deck in his deadly plunge

When they did the autopsy

They found that epoxy

Mixed with lead had comprised his lunch

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Of the Facebook generation it is reckoned

The attention span lasts just a second

We don't want, on the Bay

Races lasting a day

Now it's pelicans and dolphins that are threatened.

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Oh Think Of The Children, said he

As he choked on his morning iced tea

If the rudder's that shape

She'll pp under the Gate

Why will nobody listen to me?

 

And so on it went ad infinitum

Until 9 August when we were enlightened

Are you crazy? We said

In your bow, you put lead!

Aww shucks, SR claimed, pure erratum.

(Edit - meant to submit these two as one post)

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Young Jimmy really was pissed

When he found out his fellas had missed

Removing the shot

From that one forward spot

How’s that for a leading edge twist

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Coutts you're a boy make a big noise

Prayin' in San Fran yo' have a team after today
You got Jury in yo' face
You big disgrace
Getting your facts wrong all over over the place
I'm sayin'
ET NZ will smack you!
ET NZ wins nine nil!
Jimmy you're a young man scared man
Sailin' in San Fran hope to take on Dean Barker some day
You got MC in yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your bag of lead all over the place
ET NZ will smack you!
I'm sayin'
ET NZ wins nine nil!
Larry you're an old man rich man
Payin' with your brand it's worthless after today
Like Alinghi - fallen from grace
Oracle in disgrace
IJ's gonna put you back into your place
ET NZ will smack you!
I'm sayin'
ET NZ wins nine nil!
Everybody
ET NZ will smack you!
ET NZ wins nine nil!
Alright.

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If you are going to San Fran docks

Be sure to wear flowers in your locks

If your scalp is like Grant's

Then instead do a dance

And you can take your pick from the flock

 

(Hat tip to Scott McKenzie)

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Young Jimmy really was pissed

When he found out his fellas had missed

Removing the shot

From that one forward spot

Hows that for a leading edge twist

What an elegant leading edge twist

An interpretation easily missed

Lets see if the jury

Can bring light to the fury

That sworls in the Golden Gate Mist

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Russell, a Kiwi laconic

Had a lust for the Cup that was chronic

He called Ernie a cheat

And full of deceit

Now that’s looking fucking ironic

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^clap clap clap!

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Thers once was a sailor called Grant

Who tried sailing cats on a slant

Was so fast that you see

He sailed past in the lee

Of OR who believed that he cant

 

Then along came one skipper called Dean

Who cant bear to lose , its obscene

So he told his quick crew

Now its over to you

Find the lead if you know what I mean !

 

 

 

 

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Coutts you're a boy make a big noise

Prayin' in San Fran yo' have a team after today

You got Jury in yo' face

You big disgrace

Getting your facts wrong all over over the place

I'm sayin'

 

ET NZ will smack you!

ET NZ wins nine nil!

 

Jimmy you're a young man scared man

Sailin' in San Fran hope to take on Dean Barker some day

You got MC in yo' face

You big disgrace

Kickin' your bag of lead all over the place

 

ET NZ will smack you!

I'm sayin'

ET NZ wins nine nil!

 

Larry you're an old man rich man

Payin' with your brand it's worthless after today

Like Alinghi - fallen from grace

Oracle in disgrace

IJ's gonna put you back into your place

 

ET NZ will smack you!

I'm sayin'

ET NZ wins nine nil!

Everybody

ET NZ will smack you!

ET NZ wins nine nil!

Alright.

Very well done mate.

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Now old tugboat is a survivor

As a lifeboat none could float higher

Larry's focused on speed dials

Is Jimmy on sea trial ?

Or inspecting greyhound bus tyres ?

 

if your wondering just what might transpire

Well maybe best go talk to the choir

For the torments quite thick

And the crew are all sick

As for me - I'll say Sayonara . . .

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There once was a tractor that flew

Using science that no one else knew

The designers it's said

Wrote the rule in their head

And the poor competition were screwed

 

'Not to worry,' the billionaires said

We'll just throw money at it instead

But the boys that they picked

Couldn't pull off that trick

And the black boat wound up on its head.

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There once was a tractor that flew

Using science that no one else knew

The designers it's said

Wrote the rule in their head

And the poor competition were screwed

'Not to worry,' the billionaires said

We'll just throw money at it instead

But the boys that they picked

Couldn't pull off that trick

And the black boat wound up on its head.

Must have been from all of that lead

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Upon strong allegayshunz of sleez

The IJ wer arsked, woud thay pleez

try to find out just hoo

gayv the werd to the croo

and thay lookt at the lenz and sed "Cheez"

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Sailor X is only known to the crew

He and his mates are down minus 2

 

When asked why so shy?

He said fuck off and die

 

And that's Sir Sailor X to you!

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Russell called the decision outrageous

His whining was quite contagious

Soon the www was abuzz

With how stunning it was

his charmlessness would amaze us

 

Larry bought up the best yachties

to beat Dalts and the Bertellis

but his pursuit of the cup

was all fucked up

by a couple of dodgy flunkies

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Upon strong allegayshunz of sleez

The IJ wer arsked, woud thay pleez

try to find out just hoo

gayv the werd to the croo

and thay lookt at the lenz and sed "Cheez"

 

Further evidence of this lad's intelligence.

 

Snark, where did you go to university?

 

Glasgow? Edinburgh?

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Ernie was having a chuckle

Now that Oracle’s started to buckle

Convictions for cheating

And Russell’s sad bleating

Sympathy? I’d say I have fuckall!

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Russell called the decision outrageous

His whining was quite contagious

Soon the www was abuzz

With how stunning it was

his charmlessness would amaze us

 

Larry bought up the best yachties

to beat Dalts and the Bertellis

but his pursuit of the cup

was all fucked up

by a couple of dodgy flunkies

 

that NAYLZ it. Thas eggzacktly the ryt werd !

 

A nyt ov the relm was Prince Charmless

Hoo insistered that he be held harmless

with "Groteskly unfare

And "Owtraydjus, I sware ! ! !"

But the wuntz-shiny armerz now armless

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Larry, your team’s struck a hitch

You can’t fix, no matter how rich

The Dalts clause has backfired

The result undesired

Looks like Karma is really a bitch

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A nyt ov the relm was Prince Charmless

Hoo insistered that he be held harmless

with "Groteskly unfare

And "Owtraydjus, I sware ! ! !"

But the wuntz-shiny armerz now armless

 

Brilliant

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A week has gone by

and OTUSA is up 4 to nil

All the sheep are bleating

because they've taken a beating

by a faster boat accused of cheating

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In matters of honour and trust

Well regarded used to be Russ

But trust has been broken

Accountability pure token

And crew has been thrown under the bus

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A week has gone by

and OTUSA is up 4 to nil

All the sheep are bleating

because they've taken a beating

by a faster boat accused of cheating

 

Wouddint it hav been better to keep this wun under raps until it woz troo?

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What on earth are the things on the back

of the boat sailed by men dressed in black?

Are they air dams or wings,

or boxes for things?

It's clearly something the OR team lack.

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Russell called the decision outrageous

His whining was quite contagious

Soon the www was abuzz

With how stunning it was

his charmlessness would amaze us

 

Larry bought up the best yachties

to beat Dalts and the Bertellis

but his pursuit of the cup

was all fucked up

by a couple of dodgy flunkies

Good one G.

K

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In a cheating enquiry famous

The IJ pronounced not all were blameless

And for special effects

They placed a big X

On a man that must remain nameless

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aotearoa is quite a machine

powered by vodka and coffee bean

emirates donated a wing

camper and omega some bling

and toyota makes them all lean

 

(at least its G rated)post-101353-0-03355700-1378291738.jpg

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There was a man name Russell

Who always liked a good tussle

He liked Larry’s gold, or so we are told

He even won gold with boils on his arse

Shame his cup turned into such a farce

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In a sailing series eXtreme

Sr Russell confronts his eX team

The TV coverage is pure seX

With crews battling the boat as they fleX

But the language aboard is all XXXX

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The racing has really been 'orrible,

Led by old Larry from Oracle,

He's high tech and meant well,

But oh bleeding hell,

They'd do better racing a coracle.

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'Twas wings that won the thirty-third race.

Now better flight is the key for first place.

But the cheating has got

our knickers in a knot.

Will a win on the water save face?

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My AC72 flopped in to the ocean,

I added lead to go fast at sea...

Spithill had better recover,

or New Zealand will return home happily....

 

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in days of yore when king posts were poor

they could be fixed by the application of lead

but in today's world, the best remedy sold

is a little blue pill instead :)

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In a cheating enquiry famous

The IJ pronounced not all were blameless

And for special effects

They placed a big X

On a man that must remain nameless

Well spoke good sire !

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Russell, a Kiwi laconic

Had a lust for the Cup that was chronic

He called Ernie a cheat

And full of deceit

Now thats looking fucking ironic

hahahaha!

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Let's forget the spin

 

Its kiwis v the yanks

 

Will the kiwis win

 

Or will they fire blanks

 

 

 

 

Coutts is the man to beat

 

Barker has a lot to prove

 

Dalton thinks everything is "neat"

 

Larry ain't looking so Smooth.

 

 

 

 

 

Who has the faster cat

 

Who has the strongest gear

 

ETNZ know where it's at.

 

oracle will have no fear.

 

 

 

 

The course we know is to short

 

The wind limit way to low

 

Will this end in court

 

If one boat is to slow

 

 

 

 

Will gear failure dictate

 

Or will skill prevail

 

Dalton's crew relate

 

spitall's crew look pale.

 

 

 

 

 

eTNZ is in it to win it.

 

oracle scrambling to survive

 

Neck Minute

 

oracle win two and its alive!

 

 

 

 

 

Whatever the racing outcome

 

No matter which side you back

 

We will all enjoy a good rum

 

And know they all had a good crack!

 

 

 

 

 

And when all is done and dusted

 

The hangover has long past

 

Don't get to flustered

 

The next AC will be here Fast.

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The IJ has issued it's ruling

And JS & RC are complaining

The skippers have met

Crushed their fingers, I bet

Thank f*ck we can get on with the racing

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Well it seems that the grip of the nation

Is now linear hydraulic actuation

One teams angled an attack

Pitched at the others back

Will the jury recant regulation ?

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Why are we waiting,

Jury meditating...

Oh, why are we waiting,

For a de-cis-ion.

 

Why are we waiting,
Could be bloody sailing,
Oh, why are we waiting?
Oh, why are we waiting?
Oh, why are we waiting,
So fucking long!
(repeat until beer arrrives)

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On Anarchy it is tempting to comment


back to posts which are possibly mismeant


it can quite raise the ire


of cantankerous choirs


who have somewhat different accents


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