Cold Comfort Against Longford

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It was a bleak St. Patrick’s Day,
The coldest I remember.
Supposedly ‘twas nearer May
Than bitterest December.
Summer football back again?
I rubbed my hands together,
Joints protesting at the pain
Of such inclement weather.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The cold attacked our thighs and knees
And chilled us to the marrow,
United to a biting breeze
That pierced us like an arrow.
I guessed at minus twenty-four
(Although I’m bad at guessing)
I really should have paid much more
Attention to my dressing.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Some penguins and a polar bear
Were skating on the river.
Despite their woolly underwear,
The Eskimos did shiver.
I sympathised with old Tom Crean
And his Antarctic traumas,
God knows the football to be seen
Did nothing much to warm us.


Shelbourne 0 Longford Town 0.
Game muck. God, but it was cold!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/cold-comfort-against-longford/