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NORF DEFEATED
Or, a Vision in a dream. A Hogan.
In Arden street did Aylett build
A rundown, ramshackle swamp,
Whence Barassi the sacred cow did come
with cups never known to them.
Bereft of wins that never seemed to come
Then twice they tread that hallowed ground
that was measureless to them,
who lived in a trophyless place.
They took so long their gardens had but withered,
where ours had blossomed but with twelve.
Within the ancient fields of the G
We had exploded with fields of gold.
But oh your long wait was gone,
When our favourite son did come along,
From a savage place as holy and enchanted
As you saw us always winning.
And you Shinbonners were waiting
E'er for your Demon lover
To take you from the depths of your despair
With ceaseless turmoil seething
Into your place came the man, positively breathing,
And a mighty fountain was momentarily forced
The success that once was ours
Was then passed on to you,
And when the contest succeeds only twice
Your sacred river wanted ours,
Five goals will be your loosing motion,
Through mids and forwards the win will run,
Then we reach the place immeasurable to us
And sink you to a lifeless fifteen.
Amid this tumult Barassi will be heard from afar,
ancestral voices prophesying your loss
within the shadows of the G,
Floated midway through the game,
And heard the brilliant pleasure
From the outer and the seats,
It was our birthright rediscovered
Away from that swampy place
Then someone found a forward with a kick
Then in a vision once we saw,
It was a Fanning clone,
And on his part we played
Reminiscing of the brilliant past
could he revive within me,
A symphony, a song,
a touch, a deep delight
That wining loud and long
That would build a dome within the G
And all that heard should see him there
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes his floating hair,
Will weave circles around you thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
As he kicks 10 goals, then takes us but to paradise.
Dees by 30.
Apologies To Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Or, a Vision in a dream. A Hogan.
In Arden street did Aylett build
A rundown, ramshackle swamp,
Whence Barassi the sacred cow did come
with cups never known to them.
Bereft of wins that never seemed to come
Then twice they tread that hallowed ground
that was measureless to them,
who lived in a trophyless place.
They took so long their gardens had but withered,
where ours had blossomed but with twelve.
Within the ancient fields of the G
We had exploded with fields of gold.
But oh your long wait was gone,
When our favourite son did come along,
From a savage place as holy and enchanted
As you saw us always winning.
And you Shinbonners were waiting
E'er for your Demon lover
To take you from the depths of your despair
With ceaseless turmoil seething
Into your place came the man, positively breathing,
And a mighty fountain was momentarily forced
The success that once was ours
Was then passed on to you,
And when the contest succeeds only twice
Your sacred river wanted ours,
Five goals will be your loosing motion,
Through mids and forwards the win will run,
Then we reach the place immeasurable to us
And sink you to a lifeless fifteen.
Amid this tumult Barassi will be heard from afar,
ancestral voices prophesying your loss
within the shadows of the G,
Floated midway through the game,
And heard the brilliant pleasure
From the outer and the seats,
It was our birthright rediscovered
Away from that swampy place
Then someone found a forward with a kick
Then in a vision once we saw,
It was a Fanning clone,
And on his part we played
Reminiscing of the brilliant past
could he revive within me,
A symphony, a song,
a touch, a deep delight
That wining loud and long
That would build a dome within the G
And all that heard should see him there
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes his floating hair,
Will weave circles around you thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
As he kicks 10 goals, then takes us but to paradise.
Dees by 30.
Apologies To Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Still, it felt appropriate to bring it back.
