Tarky Pooper
¶ 1
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The Reds were celebrating,
All primed and set to party.
They thought they had the match wrapped up,
They’d reckoned without Tarky.
¶ 2
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The game was drawing to a close,
Just seconds on the clock.
The Koppites singing joyfully,
But then a Blue Shirt struck…
¶ 3
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The Hour had come, the Man came too,
Tarkowski was his name.
He fired in a thunderbolt,
To earn undying fame.
¶ 4
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The Reds thought they had clinched it.
Believed our fate was sealed.
But Tarky pooped their party,
He simply would not yield!
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14/2/25
Denys E. W. Jones
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