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Digital Remix

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Patrick O’Flaccidity
who kept goal for Gillygooly,
went to see the Doctor
saying, “Doc, I tell y’ truly,
ever since last Saturday,
after playin’ a foo’ball game,
ev’rywhere I touch m’self
is excrutiatin’ pain…”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Pat pushed a finger on his knee
howling, “Ouch! t’at’s very sore!!”
then pressed the top of his forehead
wailing, “T’at hurts even more!!”
prodded arm, chest and both feet,
caused himself to yelp..
“‘Tis a serious affliction,
Doc, I need yer help!!!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 As Gillygooly ‘keeper,
mus’ confess I fear
persistence o’ such agony
could end my whole career..
an’ lifelong ambition
t’ represen’ t’ Em’rald Isle..
Doc, what’s t’at on yer face I see,
is it traces o’ a smile??”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The GP chuckled, “Patrick,
my diagnosis an’ belief
’bout t’is medical condition
causin’ so much grief,
rests upon t’ observation,
wit’ all yer proddin’ an’ yer pokin’,
’tis not t’ body givin’ pain,
but yer finger which is broken!!!”

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/digital-remix/