11/09/2026
'Twas the night before the Grand Final, and all through Mont town,
Not a Magpie was stirring, nor wearing a frown.
The black and white guernseys were hung up with care,
In hopes that the premiership soon would be theirs.
βThe supporters were ready, and all eager to go,
Dreaming of a trophy and to celebrate with co.
βWhen out on the oval there rose such a clatter,
The roosting birds flew up to see what's the matter.
Away to the boundary the wind gave a whistle,
As quiet settled down like the down of a thistle.
βThe Claremont squad gathered, their eyes sharp and clear,
Knowing the moment of glory was certainly near.
With wings spread and ready, they perched on the line,
Determined to make this big victory for the fourth time.
βThey looked to the sky as the dark faded low,
Ready to swoop on the field down below.
So look out, brave Lionesses, take to your guardβ
The Magpies are flying, and flying in hard!
Get to North Hobart Oval tomorrow, pack the streamers, bring your loudest voices and come dressed in your black and white to cheer on our beloved Magpies. First bounce is at 1:10 pm! Carn the Mont! β«οΈβͺοΈπ«Ά
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