Short Rugby Poems

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A fcotle about a Rugby game last night ....

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I have heard it said
Rugby players eat their dead
Tastes just like chicken...

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old cradle rocks fern trees
open knees cockerel bends
miss placed rugby shoes...

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five nil

great thrill


* a celtic rugby dream ....may the best team win.......

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Taller
Shorter
Thicker
Thinner
Basketball has taller, thinner sorts
Rugby is a shorter, thicker sport...

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I guess we missed chapel again
But rugby is never a sin!
We pray for the ball
If that don't beat all
We pray our opponents won't win!...

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The Rugby World Cup Sevens girls
Made Marmite ladies lose their curls
Vegemite bossed
So England lost
Australia went home with the pearls...

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 No wonder his dropping  balls are egg - shaped . He 's a veteran  rugby player 



Not for the contest but inspired  by  the Sports one liner contest : )...

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Rice is really great if you're really hungry
And wanna eat two thousand of something uncrunchy
Does that sound weird
How about corn's ears
Okay I'm off the rails, wanna play rugby?...

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the stands are full, one man kicks the ball
fifteen men pursue, it becomes a maul 
referee blow his whistle
concluding the tussle
a try is scored over goal line he crawl

Contest: My Favorite Sport
9th Place...

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I
Five thousand years
Slow human gears
No internet ears
Seagrass grew

II
Now 200 rugby fields
Showcase Nature's yields
When humans are still
Posidonia, fiberball, grow it will
(Protected by God through Australia)...

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Interval over,the shamrocks,had their say
Two tries blew the reds away-
Fear of winning led to mistakes
Until O'Gara's drop goal
Lifted every Irish soul


Memo: Ireland won the Rugby Grand slam yesterday 21st for the first time since 1948...

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Sit around and do nothing all day
Alternatively watch the rugby played
Take the wife shopping and pay
Up to the chippy no cooking today
Ring the lads for a pint, wey hey
Drink, drink all your troubles away
Abuse the dart team in their game
Yep thats the way to spend a Saturday...

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6.	You bringing the game of rugby into disrepute


I will never visit Clacton again....

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fifteen run after an oval shaped ball
guy with a whistle has the final call 
a try scored counts as five
that makes the crowd come alive
oh boy, I love it when they dive and fall



*To clear up the confusion my limerick
is about Rugby* 





9th place
LET'S LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by: LINDA-MARIE...

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My son’s in Dublin, now, for work.
Irish travel – what a perk!
He’ll only be there for a week
But he’s allowed a little peek.

Shooting snooker ‘stead of pool;
Watching rugby played – how cool!
Drinking Guinness in a pub,
Like a local at a club.

He’ll be back the day before
We come knocking at his door
For Turkey Day with what will be
Plain beer and football on T.V....

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Balls in Games every where in occur,
Balls In courts low and upper,
Up and up going on ladder,
Ball becomes small and smaller,
Soccer in court of Urban poor,
Rugby in court of front worker,
Cricket in court of job Supervisor,
Tennis in court of middle manager,
Golf in court of higher officer,
Marbles in court of law maker,
Up and up going on ladder,
Ball becomes small and smaller!...

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Fire trucks and building blocks
Puppy poop and muddy shoes
These are the tools of boyhood
Gone too quickly to be of mind

Soon it’s cars and motorcycles
Football, rugby and hockey
Rough and tumble sports
Turn little boys into young men

Moms wonder where their angel went
And who is this man in their kitchen
Young maidens start a new chapter
It begins again with the next generation...

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embers of memory- solitude
a rugby inside me trembling
jerking off seeds, heat yolk
furtive cells melt in furnace

a secret pleasure perfumes
a little room an eve garden
my son learned how to erect
shadows still lurk -odorous

I felt soft sea froths salty
mammary pain oozing silk
oysters and lemons, orange
saffron, blue vain of throb

there I lay my child sinks
night chilly never had winks...

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LIVE AT UMBRIA JAZZ

Fahir Atakoglu, Alain Caron
Horacio “El Negro” Hernandez
Live at Umbria Jazz, music so muscular,
driving and relentless that it feels like
the thunderstorms inside of my head on
the best of my days – the closest jazz comes
to the perpetual motion, impromptu
coordination, and the legitimate violence of
a rugby contest before partisan fans who,
think what you may, know art
when they see it!...

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They walk with their sticks
some an ungainly gait
scarves around their necks
caps upon their heads
Heading for the same place
to sit and chew the facts
talking of the old days
when young and good at sport
A special bench in the park
which the winter sun keeps warm
A few men will meet to chat
their memories ever young
Talk about  their rugby days
of playing for their team
having to sit and wait
to be called from bench to field...

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With thanks to Henry Newbolt for inspiration.  And maybe also the England Rugby team...

THERE'S a breathless hush in the ground all right
Two points down and a kick to make
A cross field breeze and the sunshine bright
A minute left and the game to take
And its not for the sake of still being picked
Or the selfish hope of newspapers' fame
But the Welshmen's despair as the ball is kicked
Its Up! Its over! We win THIS game!...

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The Caravel Moon with its dark grey sails on the high seas of a stormy dark blue sky

on the flickering eve of Candlemas. I watch from a light house those sweet enemies 

querulously contest on the wharf of the Stade de France on a clear Parisian evening.  

The man's game was won by Les Blues, yet only England of the northern hemisphere 

sides have won the Rugby Union World Cup with The Kick of History in ancient 2003 AD....

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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....

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My brother has just got inked,
with style - he's quite a dude
in this we are somewhat linked
as I am also tattooed.

neck and ankle, inked up twice 
displaying  them with class
though mine is not quite as nice 
as it's placed upon my arse!

two Xs,and two chevrons
daughters and direction
as opposed to a gurt pig
my rugby club connection

all worn with pride and passion
suiting one another
each of them our own fashion 
for us - me and my brother....

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