Lock Up Your Children!!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 By the blackened Tolka River,
As the day gives way to dark,
Even pigeons give a shiver
As they fly o’er Tolka Park.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In the boardroom, dank and dreary,
Like a harbinger of doom,
Candlelight reveals an eerie
Figure shadowed in the gloom.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Outside, all the world is sleeping,
Peaceful in its pleasant dreams,
But, here, the Evil One comes creeping,
Hatching foul and ghastly schemes.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Clad in black, with cape a-swaying,
Cackling madly to himself,
Eyes of deathly green a-playing
‘Pon the trophies on the shelf.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 His mind harks back to previous glories
Against the men of Inchicore,
Legends that grew into stories,
Each one rotten to the core.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 How he battled with the Fat Man,
Unregist’ring the Fat Man’s mail,
And, like the Penguin fighting Batman,
Fat Man’s hopes were doomed to fail.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Or how he fought the Candystripers,
Ripping down their sarky flags,
And how the moaners and the gripers
Couldn’t make him pack his bags.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 In the pot, he throws the pieces
Of a strange and potent brew-
Ear of toad and squirrel’s faeces,
Hair of snail and arse of gnu.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Ligament of centre forward
And one metatarsal bone.
Add some toenails and some more blood
Squeezed out of a Dooney stone.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Suddenly, our evil hero
Lets forth an inhuman moan,
“Zimru Ten St. Patricks Zero,”
He chants insanely, all alone.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 All throughout the night he paces,
Plotting how to slay his foes,
Picturing the anguished faces
Of the Rovers and the Bohs.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 But, when the first rays of the morning
Light whate’er the darkness hid,
Ollie settles down and, yawning,
Closes down the coffin lid.



Ollie Byrne “is” Shelbourne Football Club, and is loathed by fans of every other club, mainly for his passion.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/lock-up-your-children/?shared=email&msg=fail