Is this the end for Shelbourne?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We’re lying here in hospital
Clad in our red pyjamas.
Our breathing’s weak,
We cannot speak –
Just one of life’s small dramas.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The surgeon frowns as students wait
To hear the diagnosis.
He hands out pills
To soothe the chills
But won’t say what the dose is.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He’s half-afraid to pierce the flesh
For fear of what lies lurking.
And we’ve been millin’
Though it’s not been working.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The fat old lady spits out phlegm
To clear her throat for singing,
And somewhere near
The laid-out bier,
A mournful bell is ringing.



Efforts to save the club appear to be falling on stony ground. Time is running out very quickly.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/is-this-the-end-for-shelbourne/