No Football Here

Down under in Oz, over here, There is no football, my dears, This is a tale so drear, A footy champion, once held dear, He died of no football, no cheers, We buried him at the ground, so austere, His tumulus amounded each year, We'd drive by, pouring a libation of beer, The tumbleweeds blew, Grass long and shaggy grew, At the bar, no bevvies or beer, The bar fridge empty, also austere, The BBQ so cold and so drear, His ute rusted away, so near, We'd pass by, pouring libations of beer, Sad, to die of no football, my dears, A tale from Oz, somewhere over here, F...it, on the other side of Covid, we'll all have a beer........