On The Warrnambool Train Poem by Francis Duggan

The old bloke half drunk on the Warrnambool train obviously barracks for Geelong
For he wore their club colors and he sung their club song
Though the previous evening they lost to Sydney at Sydney that did not seem to bother him at all
To him his favorite team are the kings of football
He sung the club song between puffs on a smoke
A young woman seated beside me said the silly old bloke
For one of his years he's not a rock of sense
But credit him when it comes to his feelings he does not sit on the fence
Football barrackers to me may seem addictive but to give them their due
To the colors of their club they remain ever true
Though the A F L footballers of Sydney Geelong did outscore
He sang the club anthem some younger passengers asked for an encore
The applause echoed for him in the carriage for to sing it again
The happy old character on the Warrnambool train.