Foot and Mouth
¶ 1
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Bold Roddy states
Cork’s loss dictates
The Eircom League’s regressing.
He finds it sad
Their form was bad,
And claims it is depressing.
Back when he played
And plied his trade
Our teams were oft outsmarted
And Cork’s loss shows,
Despite our pose,
We’re back to where we started.
¶ 2
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He says we should
Eschew for good
The major competitions.
UEFA Cup?
Sure, give it up!
We can’t pass the auditions.
The powers that be
Should now feel free
To bar us and refuse us,
For we belong
Right down among
The Intertoto losers.
¶ 3
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Oh Lord, look down
Upon this clown
With pity and with mercy.
He’s either jarred
Or trying hard
To stir up controversy.
When he was young,
Our clubs were hung
And dried at every quarter.
But things improve,
We’re on the move,
Ask any true supporter.
¶ 4
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The facts are plain,
Despite disdain –
Four first rounds safely bettered.
The nerves were gone,
We all strode on,
Unbridled and unfettered.
Our moon’s not waned,
Results we gained
Were all quite unsurprising,
And year on year
It’s very clear
Our co-efficient’s rising.
¶ 5
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So Cork’s slight blip
Brings out the chip
On Roddy’s padded shoulder?
And now we crave
A darkened cave,
Complete with cave-sized boulder.
Carlisle, DC
And Rovers – three
He all but relegated.
Lord, how come he
Is on TV,
Outspoken and outdated?
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