1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As I roved out down Richmond Road,
My heart near fit to overload,
A massive truck, with paintwork dark,
Was stationed outside Tolka Park.
Two men, in overalls and jeans,
Were taking off some trampolines.
One by one, they brought them through
The Tolka gate and out of view.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I stayed outside on Richmond Road,
Quite puzzled by the lorry’s load,
And watched them at their steady work,
Which slowly drove them both berserk.
What could the explanation be
For this high-tensioned mystery?
Was this a training ground technique
To stop one’s hamstrings getting weak?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 At length, I tired and went back home,
As I desired no more to roam,
And turned the wireless on to hear
If news of sport could bring me cheer.
Pat Fenlon, being interviewed,
And quite an optimistic dude,
Poured scorn upon the constant flak,
And vowed that Shels would bounce right back.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/trampolines/