Spurs Not Up To Par.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In Dublins fair city,
where the girls are so pretty.
Keane took the boys and left Harry alone.
For no clubs did they borrow,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying Cocktails and some Bells,
we”ll bibe a bibe oh.
For is it any wonder,
Harrys got a face like thunder,
it looks like Keano will be seeing the door.



This is a parody of a song even older than me I think is called Mollie Malone.I hope it scans.jim.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/spurs-not-up-to-par/