1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The players lighten up the ground,
With many playing blinders,
But every time we look around,
There’s Derry right behind us.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They’re like Costello to our Abbot,
Clancy to our Makem-
It’s starting to become a habit –
Jeez, we just can’t shake ‘em.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I’m feeling somewhat paranoid,
The end of my long tether,
Frustrated, just as they are buoyed
By stringing runs together.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Despite our long and brilliant run,
Destroying all before us,
Stephen Kenny’s spoiled our fun,
Struck discord in our chorus.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So oft our bane in days of yore,
Hoodoo extraordinary,
They’re hanging on with steely claw –
It seems we’re stuck with Derry.



Derry’s tenacity, like last year, is getting to us. Good luck to them against Gretna this week

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/limpets/