Roddy Collins, Come on Down!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Roddy is “playing pre-season”
With a dozen games still left to play.
I can’t see the rhyme or the reason,
But I’m sure that his tactics won’t pay.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He’s selling his young, hopeful triers,
Deciding they’re not up to scratch,
And he’s brought in some English ex-flyers
Who cannot recall their last match.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He’s playing a game called survival,
Attempting to save Dublin City,
And even his bitterest rival
Affords him a semblance of pity.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But the way he is moving is senseless.
No faith in his management skills?
Destroying young lads is defenceless.
Oh, beware of the sharpening quills.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The best way is simple refinement,
To gee up the lads in his care.
A confidence building assignment,
Encouraging passion and flair.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But bringing in has-beens from Blighty
Will not pull him out of the fire.
He’s bottom, and by the Almighty,
He’s not going to get any higher.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/roddy-collins-come-on-down/