Okay, a few glasses o’ fine red with the grand meal
my Lady suggested would be a reward well-earned
for quietly watching live Super Rugby; deserved I’d
guess for saving the witty, on-field repartee I’d diss
were I there, or more accurately, not being similarly
disposed t’ disagree with nonsensical commentary
you’d need to be insane to let lip; but anyway, its a
no-win situation; even when referees blow th’ coup
Yet that’s th' case for today with two games flayed
into insanity by rulings which technically had some
place in realms o’ after-the-event Court cases; that
you’d say, doesn’t add t’ on-the-paddock rulings a
moron could contest with little to do with ‘referees’
being accurately the good game arbiters we grace
Their argument misplaces an avid, on-field contest
with antiseptic, tho dyspeptic, cross-examinations
of suspects needing, to be fair and reasonable, 10
minutes field-time, prior t’ making the yellow-card
decisions that in effect, give a gratis points bonus;
and, so where are we, who payed to watch Rugby
Anywhere but there, is the place you’d wanna be…
© 4 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
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