Thursday, October 25, 2007

Gerry Daly

Somebody scribbled all over the ball,
Chapters and verses in letters so small.
Calligraphy-wise, ‘twas a bit of a scrawl,
Deciphering it was an order quite tall,
With theorists banging their heads off a wall,
As disputes over meaning turned into a brawl.
But it was no bother to Gerry at all,

He could always read the ball brilliantly.

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