Deciding t’ watch th’ final match in bed at 3am on
my PC made more sense than being in front of TV;
well, it did to me, it meant I could still stay warm &
content, less impedimenta of Winter’s chilly needs
conceding to three extra rugs wrapped luxuriously
about a body already dressed in added layers; but,
in all honesty, you’re nevertheless gripped in a vex
of tedious ‘Seven’s Rugby Refereeing’ insanity
It was the final between South Africa and England:
I don’t follow either team - thus it mattered little to
me who actually won in th’ end; I was there to see
the drama in arbitration unfold, which it did, with a
series of bizarre sequences that left players out of
limelight in cameos of their pretentious overacting
And that, in all honesty, made it so worthy to me
© 11June 2018, I. D. Carswell
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