1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The bugle now with stridence calls
The urgent watchword, “Carpe Diem!”
As Hunt and Heary clutch their balls
And stride into the Colisseum.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The fanfare to the heavens rings,
And mighty standards wave unfurled.
The crowd with fervent passion sings,
Proclaiming vict’ry to the world.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 This crumbling, tired arena which
In olden times saw better days
Surrounds the green and luscious pitch
With fiery floodlights set ablaze.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Silhouetted ‘gainst the sky,
Upreaches Peter’s brooding spire,
Extolling pleading hymns on high
From this most irreligious choir.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A thousand voices all regale
The men emerging on the park,
All seeking that elusive Grail
On which they yearn to etch their mark.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The battle must again commence,
Although the war is nearly done,
As warriors lock horns, intense,
Until scarred combat has been won.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The victors will be cheered aloud,
And laurel wreaths placed on their brows.
The losers stride away unbowed,
With stern and unremitting vows.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Heroes all these gallant souls
Who strive to garner sweet success,
Each man intent upon his goals,
Yet conscious of defeat’s distress.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 So blow, you referee of doom,
And let the fiery passions flame,
And let the drunken crowd consume
The silk-smooth nectar of the game.



Bohemians vs Shelbourne this Friday night. Probably, with four games to go, the title decider.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/amphitheatre/