When I watch the Rugby
I begin a transformation:
There's something 'bout the running game
that stirs a strange sensation.
When I watch the Wallabies
I get tingles up my back.
Such talent through the whole back-line;
Such work rates from the pack.
When I watch the Waratahs
I'm sometimes scared as hell.
At times they choose some strange dropkicks,
but usually they play well.
When I watch Campese
I get goose-bumps up my neck.
I don't know if he'll pass or run,
or goose-step, wrap, or kick.
When I watch Jona Lomu
I get strangely short of breath.
You get the sense he'll grimly reap
another All Black death.
When I watch the English
I get queasy in my tummy.
There's Wilko; what a drop-kick!
And their forward pack's so scrummy.
When I watch the Springboks
I get nervous, of a fashion.
Their tactics usually fairly blunt;
To play with power and passion.
When I watch the Lions tour
I get a little fearful;
If Captain Johnson's lad should lose
he might get more than tearful.
When I watch 'le tri-coleurs'
I feel quite French infected.
They play with Gallic pride and flair:
Surprises are expected.
When I watch the Irish play
my heart rate nearly doubles.
They play with pride plus Irish luck,
which causes most teams troubles.
When I watch my local club
I know each player well.
It makes me feel such local pride
I have to cheer and yell.
When I watch the juniors play
I know they be enchanted.
The rugby thrill is hard to lose
once the seed is planted.
When I watch two unknown teams
I still become engrossed,
'cause Rugby is that special sport
that fascinates me most.
(c) Mrs Myth (TJMcGowan)
