The Rugby Men (written at The White Hart Hotel, Saturday 8th July, 2017 – we were in the breakfast room, whilst some 14 or so rugby fans were watching early morning rugby on the television in the other bar – the games presumably abroad? A call had gone out for ‘bacon butties’ and then the game had started).
It was the game of the moment.
The All Reds were playing the Mostly Blacks,
Both teams faced themselves
And, occasionally, looked at the other team;
But, that seemed like too much bother.
No one had thought
To have brought a ball
And so they decided to play WiddleyTinks
Which didn’t exist;
Which was fine,
As neither did they.