Ode to Team Voodoo.
This poem was written by Mandy, our old Club Treasurer.
...Now we're Team Voodoo, don't you know? Our purple shirts will steal the show. We train each week at Charlton Pitches, with cuts and bruises and unmentionable itches! It's every week on Saturdays, we have a giggle and learn new plays.
Paul and James stand and stare, as Al limbers up - with legs in the air. Ben grazes his knees again and again, he's just discovered the purple pain train! Lee joins in late, he works at Tesco's, no kit today - he's in his best clothes!
Off to a Tournament, just for the day. Where's our J.P? He's gone the wrong way! We meet really early, at 9 o'clock, Dean needs a drink, just for the shock! Sort him out quick, he needs a doctor, Bozzy's on hand with a shot vodka!
Arriving on time, we make a noise, everyone knows it's the Voodoo boys! Ty shouts out with a terrible roar, c'mon Team Voodoo, just bloody score! We've trained really hard, and it really shows, with Monkey-boy doing amazing throws. The ref calls "Time-Out", he's making a point - Richie and Josh, put out that joint! But where's our mascot, thin and skinny? Oh shit we forgot him, we'll just use Vinnie!
Now when it gets dark, and you can't see at all, just stick a cyalume on the ball! We tried it last year on a very posh car. He wasn't impressed was our Glor-i-a! One hell of a time was had down in Devon, Team Voodoo were in demolition heaven! Drinking til early...or was it til late? We're all pissed as farts, and kick-off's at 8!
But we're Team Voodoo, don't you know? Whatever we face we'll give it a go. Sun, rain or wind, in shitty weather, Voodoo defeats, cos we do it together..."
Vooooodoooooooooooooooooooooo 
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