Saturday Afternoon At the Footy

The pies are hot The beer is cold It must be Saturday afternoon. Tomato sauce Spills down my front Both teams to show up soon. The pom pom girls The footy teams In uniforms the same Anticipation  Electrification The ref's whistle starts the game. Whether rugby or soccer Or American footy The ball is taken up hard 1st tackle made Blood is sprayed Tough men now play their cards Among the sweat Among the bets A smile on every boys face In wonderland In fairyland  Wish they could trade their place Exchanging fists Not to be missed The crowd now boos then cheers Enjoying that they Can have a say Without retribution or fear. It's full time now Don't know how The fun is over so soon The pies are still hot The beer is still cold It must be Saturday afternoon.