Limerick at home

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m a wild, roving spirit, I’m free as the birds,
I greet the whole world with a wave,
But whenever I hear those three little words,
It’s like footsteps walk over my grave.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Little Miss Muffet was eating her curds
And was lurrying into her whey,
When a spider came whispering three little words
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The nomadic tribesman lays down with his herds
And drinks from a bottle of wine,
But high on the plateau, he hears those three words
And a shiver runs right down his spine.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The Turkish commander is hunting down Kurds
To inflict an impressive defeat,
But in Morse Code a message transmits those three words
And he gives the command to retreat.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Unemployment, they tell me, is up by two-thirds,
The heartache is dreadful to watch
But whenever one mentions those three little words,
The country slips down one more notch.



Written for the Shels v Limerick City programme.
Two years ago we missed out on promotion by conceding a 92nd minute goal at home to Limerick. The wounds are still raw.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/limerick-at-home/