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Down to Third

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Although the College kitten purred,
The first half, most of us concurred,
Chugged by, quite indistinct and blurred,
With quality again deferred.
But in the second, Shelbourne stirred,
Perhaps by urgent promptings spurred.
The faithful fans were undeterred
And made their strident voices heard
With chants that were distinct, not slurred.
And we, who gave Glenn Crowe the bird,
Were gobsmacked when the goal occurred,
As sweet as sugared lemon curd,
Controlled with grace and then conferred,
Despatched with confidence absurd.
‘Twas fitting he’d the final word
(The people all around averred)
Though many dismally referred
To yet another blow incurred
In that we’ve now slipped down to third.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/down-to-third/