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An Ode to Mick Ennis

30th September, 2014
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Remember the good old days of The Pest and Fitzy? Country will take on City for the last time. (AAP Image/Lukas Coch)
Roar Guru
30th September, 2014
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He strolls around in blue and white, Fleet of foot and his spirits bright, He himself, is the ultimate menace, His name of course is Michael Ennis.

A number nine, they do not rest
Like any ravenous scavenging pest
He’s in the maul and in the ruck
He’s in your face like a pesky… person

The referees, they let him talk
An extra 10 metres, they never walk
He holds up play with a brief little chat
With the swagger of a childhood brat

He provides opponents with extra stress
Like red wine stains on a wedding dress
He’s in your face, he’s on your back
Cause it’s ten in the bin if you give him a whack

Hitting halfbacks late, and pats on the head
Skipper Cam Smith was seeing red
He harassed Reynolds, with a thump and grin
Yet somehow managed to avoid the bin

Love him or hate him, he won’t go away
Just like herpes, he’s here to stay
But no longer a dog, he’ll soon be a shark
A Southern Cross tattoo will be his mark

Yet now it seems he’s hurt his foot
His grand final chance seems kaput
A stellar season and we all salute you
I just hope I never bloody meet you

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