The Death of Eoin

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The manager. The nearly man.
His goose was truly cooked.
Things hadn’t gone at all to plan,
He’d pressed the self-destruct.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So near he came, and yet so far,
Cruel luck ran through his story.
The very thickness of the bar
Could well have brought him glory.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But in the end, ‘twas not to be,
Results just tailed away.
And Eoin’s fate was sealed for he
Was honest as a day.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The method though was somewhat shoddy,
Detectives did impart.
A groundsman came across the body,
Dagger through the heart.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They hauled the usual suspects in,
Liam and Frank and Dave,
But each showed a defiant chin,
And strong denials gave.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But, thanks to the forensics’ lad,
They freed the trio and
Proved that the late lamented had
Died by his Eoin Hand.


Editor’s note :
we would like to point out that this is pure fantasy on Pete’s part,
and thankfully, not an obituary piece!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-death-of-eoin/