Rugby
Some lads are running with the ball,
leather, pointed, played by all, though
some would say it’s from the south,
it’s just as popular, up in Louth
Now not for me to bring up class,
seems that would be rather crass,
but here’s the thing that holds
steadfast, most of us are middle-class
But we don’t care where your’e from,
when you tackle like a bomb, we’re all
the same when match is done…
beer, good cheer, and clubhouse fun.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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