Pickpocket Palace
¶ 1
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Pickpocket Palace were drawing two-two,
In a match that was bruisingly hard.
The referee, though, didn’t know what to do,
For he just couldn’t find either card.
¶ 2
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Then Fingers O’Loughlin stole in from the right,
With the joy of a man on parole,
And he robbed the defender with Faginesque sleight,
And, to no-one’s surprise, nicked a goal.
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