Limpets
¶ 1
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The players lighten up the ground,
With many playing blinders,
But every time we look around,
There’s Derry right behind us.
¶ 2
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They’re like Costello to our Abbot,
Clancy to our Makem-
It’s starting to become a habit –
Jeez, we just can’t shake ‘em.
¶ 3
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I’m feeling somewhat paranoid,
The end of my long tether,
Frustrated, just as they are buoyed
By stringing runs together.
¶ 4
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Despite our long and brilliant run,
Destroying all before us,
Stephen Kenny’s spoiled our fun,
Struck discord in our chorus.
¶ 5
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So oft our bane in days of yore,
Hoodoo extraordinary,
They’re hanging on with steely claw –
It seems we’re stuck with Derry.
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