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Mr. Dolan

Peter Goulding

Monday, January 17th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At Richmond Park, he set up camp,
But he forgot to buy a stamp.
On Fridays he goes rock ‘n’ rollin’,
You’re a legend, Mr. Dolan.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Never one to have a rant,
Or view things with a biased slant,
Wished he could have met Marc Bolan,
Telegram Sam, eh, Mr. Dolan?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We always like to read his column,
Always vibrant, never solemn,
Knows to use a semi-colon;
Grammatical, is Mr. Dolan.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The population in the south
All crowded round by word of mouth.
By de Banks he goes a-strollin’,
A rebel boy is Mr. Dolan.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Perplexed by Shels, he sadly strives
To bring success to Corkmen’s lives,
Deified out in Haulbowline,
As befitting Mr. Dolan.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 When he’s on a TV panel,
He never gives a lot of flannel,
And hardly ever needs cajolin’,
Right up front is Mr. Dolan.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Cork were on the up and up,
When in the Intertoto Cup,
But then he had his thunder stolen –
“Well done Shels,” mouthed Mr. Dolan.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Much admired, although the boss
Of football down in Turner’s Cross,
With rebel die-hards all extollin’
Loyalty to Mr. Dolan.

© Peter Goulding 17th January 2005

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/mr-dolan/?shared=email&msg=fail