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What's the Crack With Rugby

For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to worry
He was quite deaf to her fears
Her futile protestations fell
On cauliflower ears
Oh so many broken bones
As trophies he would wear
Those would be the only times
I heard my mother swear
My father didn’t drink much
He didn’t do the pub
But he’d sink some with the other lads
In the rugby club
He had a book of rugby songs
Some of them were crude
Dinah, Dinah show us yer leg
And other ones more rude
A weird way to learn about
Sex and funny stuff
Sex Ed in the seventies
Was really pretty rough
Now I watch a rugby game
And find the blokes quite hot
Got to love a massive thigh
And firmly muscled bott
Oh how they thunder up the pitch
And grunt and sweat and shout
Got to love testosterone
It’s what it’s all about
Never mind the odd shaped ball
Shape doesn’t make me frown
It’s how they chuck the thing that counts
And how they smack it down
The scrum’s a thing to marvel at
A tad *****erotic
What if someone breaks their neck
Not sport for the neurotic
And then there’s the line dancing
And shouting things in code
Like massive noisy warriors
With faces streaked with woad
Not partial to the gumshields
I suppose they save the grief
Of ruining a toothpaste smile
And choking on the teeth
The thing I don’t quite understand
Is how they pass the ball
What’s the crack with backwards?
I don’t get that at all
I’m a girl who loves a tryer
It’s hardly a perversion
It just don’t get more exciting
Than a finely placed conversion
Snorting mist like horses
Hot blokes running free
Imagine the baths afterwards
Oh it’s all too much for me
I have memories of autumn
Fields all churned up with mud
My Dad and Son played rugby
There’s some rugby in my blood
So, here’s my final word on this
Rugby’s hot, but makes me sad
For when I think of rugby
It reminds me of my Dad

Love you, Dad

by Gail

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/12/2015 12:21:00 PM
Love that metric rhyme, Gail. I love to rhyme in meter and for me there's nothing neater than a rhyming meter beater. Keep it coming.
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Gail Foster
Date: 10/12/2015 4:38:00 PM
Thanks, Warren. I am indeed partial to a tight formation! I enjoyed writing this and am glad you enjoyed reading it. All the best, Gail
Date: 10/8/2015 4:09:00 PM
This made me smile and made me sad with lovely memories of your dad:-) hugs Jan xx
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Gail Foster
Date: 10/8/2015 5:12:00 PM
Thank you, Jan, smiles and sadness are a good result. Dad is still about but lives abroad. It was nice to be able to write something about him. I have many happy memories of rugby. Not the injuries though! All the best to you.

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