Following The O’s.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Just off Brisbane Road
Stands a desirable abode
Micky (The Brickie) built himself, from scratch
Though he had a slight conundrum
Him not hailing from East London
Where to go for a few light ales, and catch a match?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 See, Micky hails from Pimlico
Where Old Father Thames doth ebb n flow
A goal-kick down the river-side from Stamford Bridge
So, jumping ship to support The O’s
Caused harsh words, and bitter…whoa’s
Till Micky’s ma steamed in, false-teeth in her fists.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Anyways, I’m down The Lea Bridge Road
Approaching Micky’s highly desirable abode
Thought I’d give our mate a bell, on the dog n bone?
His ma said he’s always in
Doing home improvements, that sort of thing
Though he goes to see The O’s if they’re at home?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A fuzzy, bonjour, bonjour, bonjour
Emanating out of a South West London jaw
Had me looking at my dog in dis-belief,
“Oi mate, who the fluffing heck are you?”,
I screamed aloud as I’m prone to do
Dealing with a low-life dog n bone tea-leaf?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Bonjour mon ami, it’s Micky
Son, this line is pretty dicky
I’m living on the coast in North West France
Kev, be sure to come over sometime soon
I’ve built another gaff, we’ve loads a room
Blag a Ryan-air, when you’ve half a chance”.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “But, what about the des res off Brisbane Road?
Your new found allegiance to The O’s?
You just can’t walk away from stuff in life like that?”,
“Kev, met this blinding French bird Ann-Marie,
Used to follow PSG, fancied a change, just like me
The pair of us are regulars at our local match.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Son, I know it isn’t quite the same
But, in the bigger scheme of things, what’s a name?
Changing teams again, deems me a turn-coat I suppose?
Here in North West France they may well be
and Brisbane Road, ain’t exactly a short hop to Brittany
Yet F.C Lorient, to the gorgeous Ann-Marie, and me are still The O’s”.


The O’s, or Orient, are nick-names for Leyton Orient F.C, in East London. After watching the blinding documentary, “Push Up Brentford!”, and passing by their pristine new stadium, on the train. Thought I’d have a crack at a poem or two about clubs whom rarely, if ever get a mention, here or anywhere else, yet are thriving hubs within their local communities. F.C Lorient, are high on my list of places to visit, (now I’m retired) likewise Brentford, and Leyton Orient, once the new normal, allows punters, the much missed luxury of taking in a live match, or the bracing sea-air of Brittany!
Dog n Bone. Rhyming slang. Phone. Tea-leaf. Rhyming slang. Thief.


Stay safe, come what may, raise both hands, grasp the day.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/following-the-os/