(With apologies to Dr Seuss – and remember facts are as disposable as nappies)
‘All was as it should be in the dark blue tapestry
We call the Lygon Street Late’ university,’
Said a proud Dan-I-am to the son of Dan-he-is
After the siren finally wailed and finally blew
And in his navy blue heart of beating hearts
Dan-I-am knew it was terrifically, joyfully true
with hearts bigger than Pa’s lap his beloved
Blues-True-Blue had defeated the Doggie-do-do.
No one foresaw the marvellous outcome
Many never bothered not even to come.
It does not behove that they stayed away in droves,
They stayed safe in their cosy little homes -
From
From St. Kilda to Sunshine and Whittlesea
The doubters hid under beds after six on the trot
Too much losing sets in a terrible, quivering rot
And many who usually come in horror, in shame, did not.
It began, as was their wont
with
Santa with fighting fists delivered early
And Fev, though surly, managed to kick truly.
Carrots was busy, Marc goaled,
With Wiggo and Banno firing
the outcome was not pre-sold.
But in his heart, where all is navy blue
Dan-I-am knew the winning shoe
Would soon be on the Doggie-do-do
And so it came to pass with Cooney
and Westy, Johnno, Gilbee and others also
By half-time the Blues-True-Blue
Were deep in doggie-do-do doo-doo.
No one thought it could go on
No one believed the Blues-True-Blue
Could upset the apples in the cart
And finish the good job they did start
Certainly not sadder by the moment Dan-I-am
No one, not a child, woman or
Oh what a lark, what a twitter, then to see
The Blues-True-Blue continue to run free
Led by
With Fisher taking marks easy as pie
And Carrots with so much leather poisoning
Dan-I-Am thought he would certainly die.
Oh what joy, what glee, what fiddley-dee
To see the Blues-True-Blue sting like Ali!
We were in flight, we were the bee
Applying a lesson to the nose of the Doggie,
The ‘Baggers danced, the ‘Baggers pranced
Dan-I-am sang loudly, his voice enhanced
By the glorious glory of Vic Vic Victory!
Dan-I-am turned to his boy
Said in a voice joyer than joy
‘Now do you see son of Dan-I-am
Now do you see that wham, that bam?’
And Dan-I-am and his smiling son
Did a jiggedy-jig from the ground
With a thousand and one scarf waving,
Happier than happy,
So this week we play the Power
And many expect things to turn sour
They wait for the Blues-True-Blue to falter
To fail in the ‘commeth the man commeth the hour’
But hark not says Dan-I-am, hark not
To the men with the stinky microphone
Or those newspapers that wail and moan
The Bluebaggers will again this week win
As surely as out is far out and in is way in.
‘Go Blues’ says prouder than punch Dan-I-am
Who in truth is that ghostly, ghost man
‘Stay true,’ he implores to the masses,
‘To this young side, all you lads, all you lasses
We’ve seen the horror of horrors
We’ve slid down the razor sharp slide
And now from the darkness of the bottom we see
The only way for Blues-True-Blue is up, up and free
This week we’ll short-circuit Ports wizardry
with a nine goal to nil in quarter number three!
Go Blues
see all you cats in your navy blue scarves and hats
at the game of games, the only show in town!
ps – How good is the Ghost who picked Gibbsy’s RSN!
(and we’ll not mention that 8 by Fev thank you very much!)
