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    I’m no poet and i know it..

    Well these didn't win the Planks' competition..[img]smileys/sad.gif[/img]

    There was a red army from Munster,

    Don’cha know they wear red pants for luck sir,

    The Ref. he had one look,

    While the opposition shook,

    and were blown away like a feather duster.

    There was a Red army from Munster,

    Whose travails are the makings of plays, sir,

    Alone they Stand,

    As victors over New Zealand,

    They just play true rugby with no bluster.

    There was a Red army from Munster,

    Who last April had Leinster for lunch sir,

    RoG he did stand tall,

    While big Mal took the fall,

    Acclaim the men from the south, the victor.

    There was a Red army from Munster,

    Whose story is an odyssey not a fable sir,

    Legends one and all,

    Together they stand tall,

    Kings of over Connacht, Leinster and Ulster.

    If Bill Whelan were here he'd be fit to be tied.
    The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves


      There was a red army from Munster
      With supporters louder than Thunder
      When they took to the field
      Their opponents did yield
      And Munster tore them asunder.
      “People are broad-minded. They'll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater and even a newspaperman, but if a man doesn't drive, there's something wrong with him.” - Art Buchwald


        There was a red army from Munster...
        Who's feet travelled Europe's great sod.....
        Why? with dignity and Pride
        The masses replied.....
        We're Irish by birth but Munster by the grace of God....................


        He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.


          There's a legend of a big Munster Army,
          For trophies and medals they're barmey,
          They'll play in their pants,
          round the enemy they'll dance,
          So watch out, or by God they will harm ye.



            I wandered lonely as a cloud
            That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
            When all at once I saw a crowd,
            A host, of golden daffodils;
            Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
            Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

            Continuous as the stars that shine
            And twinkle on the milky way,
            They stretched in never-ending line
            Along the margin of a bay:
            Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
            Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

            The waves beside them danced; but they
            Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
            A poet could not but be gay,
            In such a jocund company:
            I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
            What wealth the show to me had brought:

            For oft, when on my couch I lie
            In vacant or in pensive mood,
            They flash upon that inward eye
            Which is the bliss of solitude;
            And then my heart with pleasure fills,
            And dances with the daffodils.
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            I don't know Jeff!
            Munster Squad Tracker 2011/2012
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              Neither did these.....

              There was a red army from Munster
              That marched across Europe in numbers,
              Beating all who showed up
              To win the Heineken Cup,
              In doing so they had such fun, sir.

              There was a red army from Munster,
              the ladyboyz called turnip munchers
              Ascore of thirty to six
              to the men from the sticks,
              put Leinstercup hopes in the dumpster.

              Bagáiste ar phriacal an úinéara.



                Neither did these[img]smileys/sad.gif[/img]

                There was a Red Army from Munster

                Whose team put Chabal in a dumpster

                They blew away Sale

                Beat Biarritz in Wales

                And stuffedLeinster, that was fun, Sir

                There was a Red Army from Munster

                Whose kit caused theLadies some fluster,

                They averted their glance

                As Donncha lost his pants,

                And asked, Ref! Can I play in my jocks, Sir?

                ?How to fix formatting?[img]smileys/confused.gif[/img]

                Has Fineen put Johnny down yet?