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Post Mortem

HUGH MORRIS

Friday, June 18th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shamus P. O’Flatulence
O’ Gillygooly town,
Each night walked for exercise,
Roun’ t’ local foo’ball groun’,
T’gether wit’ his wife Suzanne
An’ t’eir son named Trevor,
All took a constitutional,
No matter what t’ weather…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One evenin’ on t’ foo’ball field
T’ey beheld t’ stranges’ sight,
An apparition o’ a man
Which gave off an eerie light..
‘Twas t’ ghost o’ Phil O’Sofical
Who, back in days o’ old,
Had wit’ brav’ry unsurpassed,
Guarded Gillygooly’s goal…

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In baggy shorts, flat grey cap,
Jersey o’ deep gold,
T’ick an’ woollen, wit’ long sleeves
An’ a high neck roll..
As Phil’s spectre paced t’ goalmouth,
He sang wit’ all his might,
“Does yer chewin’ gum lose its flavour
On t’ goalpost overnight???”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Grabbin’ his camera from his pocket,
Shamus said t’ good wife Sue,
“Take a snap o’ me an’ Trev
An’ get t’ ol’ ‘keeper in it too..”
His betrothed did just as she was told,
Now Shay can proudly boast
‘Bout t’ picture on his mantelpiece,
Father, son an’ goalie ghost…

© Llew Beaton 18 June 2004

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/post-mortem/