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“Stadium Project,” Athlone’s horse,
Will hopefully complete the course
And earn the Town a princely sum
Towards their brand new stadium.
The famous Tony Mullins’ stable
Says that it’s supremely able.
Near the end, we hope it’s showing,
Nostrils flared and fetlocks flowing,
Champing at the bit to proffer
More funds to the Athlone coffer,
Ensuring that the Blues forget
They’re saddled with enormous debt,
And getting positive exposure
In the winning horse enclosure.
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The facts may well be in dispute,
But Rovers say they’ve followed suit.
Down in Smithfield, they did buy
A donkey from some dumbstruck guy.
They didn’t really seem to mind
That it was lame and somewhat blind,
And stated, with uncommon valour,
It would bring them out to Tallaght.
And now this poor, unfettered ass is
Studying at equine classes.
All hopes are pinned upon this cute
But sightless and three-legged brute,
That, though it seems a tad irrational,
It will go and win the National.