Bad Day for Rovers, Great Day for Socialism

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 James Connolly and Larkin will be cheering,
Behold the red flag fluttering on high.
Its what the aristocracy was fearing,
As peasants smash the windows at Versailles.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Internationale sounds out strongly,
As gold is snatched from fat and grubby hands.
The so-called experts all forecast it wrongly –
A ray of hope goes out to many lands.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For too long now the Premier Division
Has creamed what cash our football generates,
While lesser clubs are treated with derision
And forced to live off ever-dwindling gates.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But now the mighty Rovers are defeated
Their Majesties are slickly overthrown,
And next year their supporters will be treated
To trips to lovely Limerick and Athlone.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 To Monaghan and Galway and Kilkenny,
The Hoops will bring their monetary support.
And yes, they’re sure to spend a pretty penny
At clubs who’ve been financially distraught.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So up and holler Vive la Revolution!
And raise a glass to Dermot Keely’s health.
For Dublin City’s perfect execution
Redistributed some of football’s wealth.



In the final action of the League season, Shamrock Rovers, once the aristocrats of Irish football, lose a promotion / relegation play-off to Dublin City.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bad-day-for-rovers-great-day-for-socialism/