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
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
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
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.