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The Fields in Gdansk

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Outplayed, outclassed, outsmarted,
the Irish team kept fighting.
All hope had long departed,
the wall replete with writing.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Downcast, distraught, dejected,
we watched the savage mauling.
Our rear was not protected.
The Spanish wolves came crawling.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But then we were dumbfounded
as church bells started ringing.
A mighty roar resounded –
ten thousand voices singing.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Neck-hairs stood to attention.
No longer were we dismayed.
We signaled our intention,
although outclassed and outplayed.

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Notes

Written as a rather poor response to a challenge to write a Celtic quatrain at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/06/mini-challenge-for-sunday-celtic.html

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-fields-in-gdansk/