Roddy Collins, Come on Down!
¶ 1
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Roddy is “playing pre-season”
With a dozen games still left to play.
I can’t see the rhyme or the reason,
But I’m sure that his tactics won’t pay.
¶ 2
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He’s selling his young, hopeful triers,
Deciding they’re not up to scratch,
And he’s brought in some English ex-flyers
Who cannot recall their last match.
¶ 3
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He’s playing a game called survival,
Attempting to save Dublin City,
And even his bitterest rival
Affords him a semblance of pity.
¶ 4
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But the way he is moving is senseless.
No faith in his management skills?
Destroying young lads is defenceless.
Oh, beware of the sharpening quills.
¶ 5
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The best way is simple refinement,
To gee up the lads in his care.
A confidence building assignment,
Encouraging passion and flair.
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But bringing in has-beens from Blighty
Will not pull him out of the fire.
He’s bottom, and by the Almighty,
He’s not going to get any higher.
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