
South of the Yarra
Brownlow Medallist
- Jul 23, 2006
- 12,653
- 22,747
- AFL Club
- Collingwood
Twas the morning of SuperCoach, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The rookies had been selected by the experts with care,
In hopes that the SuperCoach Gods would be there;
The coaches were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of mid price magic danced in our heads;
With value all over and still room in our cap,
We had just settled our teams from our long summer nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and then came the crash
The moon lit our fears as our dreams all sunk low
We were smacked with reality by the objects below,
Because what to my wondering eyes did appear,
We knew it was coming, carnage was here.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The rookies had been selected by the experts with care,
In hopes that the SuperCoach Gods would be there;
The coaches were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of mid price magic danced in our heads;
With value all over and still room in our cap,
We had just settled our teams from our long summer nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and then came the crash
The moon lit our fears as our dreams all sunk low
We were smacked with reality by the objects below,
Because what to my wondering eyes did appear,
We knew it was coming, carnage was here.