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Sligo 1 Shelbourne 1 Bad Poet 1

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I was up for the political satire prize
In a poetry competition.
So down toward Strokestown should I turn my eyes
On a hopeful if fanciful mission?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 For yes, it so happened that on the same night
The Reds were competing in Sligo,
And thus a dilemna loomed large, loomed bright,
To which great event should I go?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 To cut a quite lengthy and boring tale short,
I plumped for the Roscommon gig.
Opting for art, I said, rather than sport,
I felt like a bit of a prig.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 My wife though decided my head must be light,
Lost a few more little grey cells,
“For there isn’t much art in the doggerel you write,
And not too much sport watching Shels.”

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 This dose of reality caught on the chin
Was despatched with a flattening sigh,
And sadly the Reds couldn’t manage a win,
And, as it transpired, nor could I!

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sligo-1-shelbourne-1-bad-poet-1/