Knocked off our Perch
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Three defeats now in a row,
No wonder we are somewhat miffed.
Our hearts are brimming o’er with woe,
Oh how we badly need a lift.
Cork City smoothly stemmed our flow,
Dan Murray showed enormous thrift.
The first goal was a body blow,
The second, frankly, was a gift.
Our defence looked tired and slow,
While their attacks were slick and swift
Now they’re on top and we’re below,
And they have opened up a rift.
Of course, we’re putting on a show,
Though hints of self-doubt have been sniffed
Cork’s confidence begins to grow,
The power balance starts to shift.
It will not be a crisis, though,
Till we slip down to fourth or fifth.
Yes, Cork upset the status quo
And Shels are now three points adrift.
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