Tenterhooks
¶ 1
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Living on tenterhooks can’t be good
A waiting game is understood
There’s no end to the anxiety
Must be the enforced sobriety
¶ 2
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My daughter peeps in through the door
“Daddy, bad news, Waterford scored”
Another Deise aerial threat
This time it landed in our net.
¶ 3
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Apprehension puts me on the verge
Come on baby, please emerge
The waiting breeds the fretfulness
When all we want is some progress
¶ 4
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The Beast for now doth ease my wrath
As I put my princess in the bath
Comhscór taken, no hesitation
All adding to my trepidation
¶ 5
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You just can’t help but be concerned
My stomachs never been as churned
Remembering that wise old line
The second always takes its time
¶ 6
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Replay set, we still sit tight
Where will I be on Tuesday night?
In the Shed unleashing scorn?
Or CUH, my child being born?
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