BUT - An ode to hope

Tomorrow's the famed double-header
When Mose could be slapped even redder
Painful defeat to an end would bring
A truly special EDF spring

But...they're not supermen coming from Ex
And there just might be a last hurdle hex

Most say they don't have a sniff,
Those red and black hordes of coach Smith
Their guests will be far too strong
Not a foot - or a toe - will go wrong

But...if Mose stick it to every last Chief
Those critics might yet come to grief

In the cup they've lost out to Mike Teague
And there's not been much good in the league
Years of losses have piled like the leaves
And scattered on the cold Billesley breeze

But...Saturday's the day when it's through
All those deferred dreams in the end may come true

It's a long shot, we admit it, of course,
But if Exeter fall from their horse,
And Mose steal an improbable win
How the proud city will grin
And in beating those giants from Devon
For once the Common will be heaven.

Anon 2009