Lunchtime stroll …
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On my way to the bank
Through Dublin’s dinky streets.
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A whiff
Of nicotine
As I stroll past the pub
Brings a flashback
Of watching Chelsea through a haze
Back in pre-Premiership days.
Then a certain scent
Redo-lent
Of that girl I once fancied
But now I hear
She’s joined Klinsmann’s clan
On account of
Beau de Cologne.
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And then to jolt me from my reverie –
Just spotted :
2 wolves, on a lead –
No, not rabid Black Countrymen
But two ‘bone fido’
The real deal
Authentic Siberian snappers.
And –
They’re dressed in Ireland jerseys.
Now,
They may not be tigerish in the tackle
But I still wouldn’t like to feel their bite
In the midlands.
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