Football Poets

From a Cork Viewpoint

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 From a very moist Cork, many buses transported
The five hundred fans that came up and supported
Their team with great fervour and such vocal power,
The noise could be heard from the GPO tower.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Shels fans of course were nowhere to be seen,
Numbering probably twelve or thirteen,
Outshouted, outsung by the eight hundred souls,
Whose vocal support was worth several goals.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Yes, the twelve hundred Corkmen all shouted with pride
To spur on their skilful and much better side,
And I heard from a Pats fan, their deafening roar
Could clearly be heard up in old Inchicore.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Two thousand Rebels, all chanting out loud,
No wonder they seem to be loyal and proud.
Shels were just hackers, they hoofed it around,
While Cork with great skill kept the ball on the ground.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For Shels is a team full of mercenary thugs,
Whose brutal tradition is founded on drugs.
They have no supporters, no fan base at all,
And the world will rejoice when they go to the wall.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “A definite penno! The ref has been paid!”
[Though minimal contact had clearly been made]
But impartial justice had not been dispensed,
And the ten thousand Corkmen were clearly incensed.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Shels muffed several sitters, but Cork were on top,
And every Shels player was a miserable flop.
Fifty thousand Corkies all roared their support,
And farmers looked up from their pints down in Cork.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Then Kearney hit a screamer, and what a close shave!
Only kept out by the flukiest save.
A good hundred thousand believed he had scored,
And could not believe they’d not got their reward.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 A quarter of a million all chanted as one,
A noise that was heard in the streets of Saigon,
But somehow Shels’ thuggish defenders held fast,
Although they were generally deemed quite out-classed.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 But Shels scraped a draw to make all the lads gawk,
Disappointing the million who’d travelled from Cork.
But their chanting put Shels rightly back in their place.
It was rumoured that it could be heard up in space.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Yes Cork are terrific, the best ever seen,
No wonder that Fenlon and Heary turn green.
Each player has the skill of the finest Brazilian,
Affirmed the conservative seventeen million.

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