Declan O’Doyle

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A cup final on St. Patrick’s Day
The talk of Dublin’s Fair City
Declan O’Doyle, his leg still injured
So, no top scorer… more’s the pity

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Seamus Kavanagh, Scruffy Kelly
Between the sticks old Dara Flynn
In defence was Paddy Brennan
And The Mighty (Ryan) Quinn

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Mick Fitzpatrick, Dermot Sweeney
Finbar Reilly and Shane O’Toole
The midfield quartet, fit and ready
And nobody was playing the fool

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Spud Murphy playing central defence
With his partner, big Niall Malone
Declan’s understudy had a blinder
Made the striking position his own

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Kavanagh scored four without a reply
His opponents, tortured and teased
Young Seamus, the man of the moment
But poor Declan wasn’t too pleased

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 He had waited years to play in a final
And this was the worst of all his fears
Drowned the shamrock, off home early
That night, cried crock O’Doyle tears


A poem for St. Patrick’s Day. Slainte.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/declan-odoyle/