Living on tenterhooks can’t be good
A waiting game is understood
There’s no end to the anxiety
Must be the enforced sobriety
My daughter peeps in through the door
“Daddy, bad news, Waterford scored”
Another Deise aerial threat
This time it landed in our net.
Apprehension puts me on the verge
Come on baby, please emerge
The waiting breeds the fretfulness
When all we want is some progress
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
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
Replay set, we still sit tight
Where will I be on Tuesday night?
In the Shed unleashing scorn?
Or CUH, my child being born?