Losing to Youth
¶ 1
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League Cup Monday game would suit
Her second time at the ticket booth,
Should have brought for her some fruit
Instead off feeding the sweet tooth
Explained why Beast was such a brute
She watched the chanters, most astute
Cos you needn’t be a super sleuth
To tell our play was most uncouth
Twas getting me down to tell the truth
Twould drive a man to dry vermouth
¶ 2
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A soft free kick she did refute
Back of our net, most curious route
Last minute level, him of no repute
Dreaded extra time, the details minute
Past her bedtime, we had to scoot
So missed the turkey/penalty shoot
Mercier Park off Joe Gambles boot
Losing to Wexford, decline so acute
Result to her didn’t matter a hoot
Teaching my young, losing to Youth
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