Shannocks grew an appetite
Their feast would not wait,
Very hungry were they and -
Like a King they "eight!"
Early Diss-appointment at
Weybourne Road did roam,
After a cross from the right
Was soon volleyed home.
But, on nine, to the byline
Haylo dribbled - fast,
And whipped a low ball across:
Kerry's close-range blast
Made it 1-1 and then Tim's
Nod would make it two,
Before curling a free-kick
Which - top left bins - flew!
Diss - down to 10 after a
Trip on Connor Kerry,
And Tim's first hat-trick complete,
On the cake - the cherry:
Sexy passing - Barca-esque
Movement - crisp and spruce;
Cary finished off in style
Pure goal-net abuse:
Poacher-like he struck home, calm
And - he was not done;
Boycie's worldie looping ball
Added to the fun.
Tim glanced home using his nut,
The team now on fire;
999 should have been called...
But the flames rose higher!
5-1 at the break but no
Signs of easing off;
Starving - every Shannock would
Fight to reach the trough!
Coxy at the back fought hard
With his bandaged head,
As - like Basil Fawlty he
With Billy Wenn - led.
Number 6 arrived on 9
In the second half:
Yet another whipped-in ball
Filled the goals-scored graph.
Off the post it hugged the net
(This one an O.G.)
And, in seventh heaven we
Entered after three
Minutes more: C.K. put Tim
Cary in for 5;
And his double hat-trick dream
Truly was alive!
Diss pulled one back from the spot
A mere consolation,
As the Shannocks juggernaut
Was not on probation!
Money - cheque his driving runs:
Top drawer, just like Lane
Who - down the right flank all game
Drove Diss Town insane!
Bobby took no prisoners,
The Diss-mantling spree
Was topped off with number eight
Made by tough Boycie!
Tim Cary fired home his SIXTH,
Each goal: 50p
His mum pays him - at this rate
A loan - need - will she!!
Next weekend we're on the road:
Debenham L.C.
If we play this way again
Goals - we'll guarantee!