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Icelandic Medley – Fenlonssons Saga

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Challenge

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In latitudes high in the chill North Atlantic,
O’er the island of Iceland, if you’re feeling pedantic,
A great silver bird with a wingspan gigantic
Came swooping down low from the grey, murky sky.
And as it touched down with much slipping and sliding,
From out of its belly, great warriors came striding,
As the local inhabitants went into hiding,
Gathering children as they scampered by.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The whole population was in a sheer panic,
At the sight of these warlords so fierce and satanic,
They tried to appease them with produce organic,
But Fenlon called halt with a wave of his sword.
He said, “We’ve been sent by the great god, Uefa,
Who holds all the glistening jewels that we pray for.
Akranes destroyed many dreams that we play for,
And thus we have come to have vengeance restored.”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Erik the Red

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Erik the Red went to Iceland,
And visited each coastal village,
To proclaim loud and clear
That the Shels lads were here,
Not to rape or to loot or to pillage.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 He sported a pointy-horned helmet,
Which he’d bought at considerable cost,
And a sword and a mace,
And a beard on his face,
And a shield with three castles embossed.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He swam on a seal out to Surtsey,
And plugged the ferocious volcano.
When asked for the reason,
He said “It’s the season,
And besides it’s so awkward to say no.”

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 He slid down the great Vatnajõkull,
And found the place much to his liking,
For, so boisterous and loud,
He worked well in a crowd,
Not quite like a CHF Viking.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 He summonsed the Icelandic people
To the wide plain of old Thingvellir,
And the captive assembly
That would have filled Wembley,
Sat down with excitement and fear.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 He told of the proud Redsmen’s history,
The source of the great Viking sagas,
And while Erik spoke,
He would light up a smoke,
And dispose of a whole row of lagers.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 The Hoodoo

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Let’s hope this Shelbourne hoodoo,
This European voodoo,
Will now expire
And not conspire
To land us in the doo-doo.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Is there some kind of treaty,
Some legalised graffiti,
That states we’re banned
From winning and
Achieving our Tahiti?

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 If we don’t end this saga,
We’ll drink ten pints of lager,
And, quite nonplussed,
We’ll get concussed
And end up going ga-ga.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Darkest Before Dawn

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 The message came so very late,
The strongest men did quail.
The convicts were all in a state,
Their faces gaunt and pale
They thought it wouldn’t be their fate,
To be let out on bail.
Though pessimistic, they did hate
To think that they might fail.
The stone walls did reverberate
With anguished moan and wail.
But then the gods did help create
A twist in this dark tale,
A denouement upon a great
And unenvisaged scale,
As stone-faced guards unlocked the gate,
And Shels got out of jail.

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 Relief

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 Don’t mess with our 2-2,
Don’t mess with our 2-2,
They had seven internationals,
So don’t mess with our 2-2.

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 In the cold North Atlantic,
We fell two goals behind.
Pat Fenlon going frantic,
Supporters resigned.
But as the whistle neared,
Wes went on the attack,
The defence disappeared,
Alan Moore got one back.

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 Don’t mess with our 2-2,
Don’t mess with our 2-2,
They’re the hottest team in Iceland,,
So don’t mess with our 2-2.

21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 Then the tension mounted,
Ollie Cahill got the ball,
Put it in where it counted,
And we got a lucky call.
But there’s still time to falter,
So we’d better be wary,
Don’t forget Hibs of Malta
And that damned Chukunyere.

22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 So don’t mess with our 2-2,
Don’t mess with our 2-2,
Please don’t mention the H-word,
But don’t mess with with our 2-2.

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Notes

KR Reykjavik 2 Shels 2 Champions League 1st QR 1st leg.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/icelandic-medley-fenlonssons-saga/