Ashley Cole was less trouble than this ash
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 (hurley girly)
¶ 2
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Ronaldo’s in my back garden!
(metaphorically speaking)
limbering up, warming down
(pre-season tweaking)
¶ 3
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Carton House (in County Kildare)
is where I often stroll
and right now it’s where
Madrid mentors – instruct and cajole
¶ 4
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Ronnie could send a practise free
sailing into what was my back yard
a would be alliterative present:
from boot to ball to bard
¶ 5
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true enough, poetic license at play
for I’ve moved out a few miles
the countryside beckoned
with hiking over stiles
¶ 6
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out into GAA country
where soccer is the garrison game
and Ronnie’s attempts with the ash
is seen as very lame
¶ 7
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“he’ll never make a hurler”
they say with practised eye
and as he swings once more and misses
they tut-tut with a sigh
¶ 8
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“best he stick’s with that nancy sport-
where the stepovers might suffice
but 80 million greenbacks?
sure we wouldn’t look at him twice!”
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