There came upon our doorstep, a Gilligan named Shane
Straight out of Dublin city, right off the aeroplane
Oh! he was recommended, by "The Big Show" that we trust
Said he's from a "local" home, the guy will do or bust
And this he did through travel, from NZ to USA
Stopped to see a hurricane Katrina, down New Orleans way
With a diet non existent, saving grace with Shepherd Pie
His tousled hair looked never groomed, but pleasing to the eye
That gravel voice did suit the many, girls who came unfurled
As conquests there were many, all ladies of the world
You'd hardly think him capable, yet there's nothing plainer
When everything was said and done, they nicknamed him "The Stainer"
He saw a State of Origin, and took in the best fresh air
but became the closest friend of all, to our "Bundy Bear"
Not aggressive lad by nature, shadow boxes in the dark
In case his shadow was too quick, and belts him around the park
Then he would sit on half price drinks, with the likes of Shannon, Ruth
They’re akin to drink and smoking, toying with the truth
Those Baileys, brandy mixes did help to pave the way
For us to see his merits, and see him on his way
As he travels through the Asia's, on his way back home
He'll leave a gaping hole back here, I'm sure he'll not atone
'Cause he's left us many memories, enough to make you puke
That guy from down town Dublin, our Durty Nelly's "Duke"
Michael Nissen
22 June 2006
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