By Rod Klein
Nothing was lost
until the moment when cursed coin was tossed,
and then for Cats, all time stood still
whilst Collingwood applied their noisome drill.
The tide, for men hooped in blue and white,
has flooded from the shore with premier-ship astride.
In quickening sand and on the muddied strand
Kardinia dreams are sadly mired.
The hordes of black and white in stripes
have pillaged, plundered, grasped the light,
and leapt full hard upon the stolen ship,
with treasure, once held in sacred store.
But all’s not lost, for saintly vigour
in time of need shall be applied,
and in full riewoldt with utmost rigour
at their journeys end with pride,
will see the carrion birds denied.
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