Tommy’s Nose
¶ 1
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Tommy’s nose had a terrible itch
Things were going pear shaped on the pitch
His ears were also on fire
When ideally we’d want to be higher
¶ 2
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Just two points from eighteen acquired
Left us all feeling quite uninspired
Back to basics, a battle of wits
Jaffa cakes and their orangey bits
¶ 3
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OK, we scored six and beat Roddy
Our defence was still a tad shoddy
We may never have had a black swan
But for two world class saves early on
¶ 4
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Tommy knows to drive on, not relax
Or start papering over the cracks
What took Tommy’s nose itch away?
Holy water, the Cork City way.
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