Winter had shown its early face
Upon Carlisle’s lush green baize
The white sheen fades at a sedate pace
Match is on with the slightest of delays

Goldborne Prescot have come a calling
Renowned for strength and chatter
Have previously given Carlisle a mauling
Ploughing the fields and clatter

Carlisle all things beautiful and bright
Stretching the play from side to side
Clearly up for the expectant fight
But the final ball leaves them denied

The clock had barely reached minute five
The hosts were dealt a most telling blow
Alice receives a head wound, dazed but alive
Departs the scene headache on the go

Thalia, the blythe spirit, enters the fray
And places readjusted with ease
Carlisle continue to have a good say
Swarm around opposition like bees

Katie catches out defender with sting
Rounds the keeper to score in style
Cumbrians ahead but no time to sing
Goldborne react and threaten for a while
Second half Carlisle’s attacks become less and less
As Goldborne apply a tightening squeeze
Home team errors cause anxiousness
But they defend bravely with expertise

The time begins agonizingly to drag
Five four three two minutes remaining
Surely Carlisle have it in the bag
But the tension and strain is draining

The visitors throw more players into attack
Oh, For Alice’s cool cool head!
The Cumbrians succumb and ultimately crack
And despairingly are no longer ahead

Game ends. Sides one a piece
Alice’s head throbs not cool
Needs rest and some peace
All in all just a bit cruel