Crisis? What Crisis?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The odds have really lengthened now
On Shelbourne’s starting prices.
The slump goes on,
All hope is gone –
Are we a club in crisis?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We scrutinise each player in turn,
Dissect his strengths and vices
To try to see
The reason we
Are in this so-called crisis.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 An open goal! He’s bound to score!
But then our striker slices –
The stuff of dreams
For other teams,
But us? Is this a crisis?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Dame Fortune has been quite unkind,
Left to her own devices.
We need some pluck
To give us luck
And overcome this crisis.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We’ll pray to Krishna and to God,
To Mammon and to Isis.
We’d sell our souls
For winning goals
To overcome this crisis.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’ve worshipped at Pat Fenlon’s feet,
Anointed him with spices,
But boy, we’re quick
To dish out stick
When we perceive a crisis.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So pour me out a Jamieson
And show me where the ice is.
A good stiff drink
Might make me think
Perhaps we’re not in crisis.



A 2-1 defeat to bottom club and detested rivals Shamrock Rovers sees us slip 8 points behind Cork in the title race.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/crisis-what-crisis/