Earth, prepare to be a host:
Paul the Octopus is toast.
Let the English mollusk lie
Emptied of his prophecy.
In the nightmare of the dark,
All the broken bookies bark
And the fools who set the odds
Prowl in vain for better gods.
Boneless blueblood, triple-hearted,
In the cold night you departed,
Leaving wagerers to guess,
Doomed thereby to unsuccess.
Fellow prophet, follow right
To the seas of second sight.
In the prison of his sin,
Teach the bettor how to win.
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