The season ends, the sport is done
Fourteen lost, a couple won
Broken limbs and dizzy heads
For the hooped up souped up white and reds
This is the year that the beer beckons
A pint at first then a jug for seconds.
Never enough food and not the right type
The beer's too flat or it smells too ripe.
The ref's a homer, the ref is blind.
The team's too dirty, they should all be fined
Never mind.
Next week hopefully it won't be raining
And don't forget your subs at midweek training
The season's over, the games are done.
A few games lost, a few games won.
Draft version 1.0, 20/3/2011. Please do not copy or cite without author's permission.
Fourteen lost, a couple won
Broken limbs and dizzy heads
For the hooped up souped up white and reds
This is the year that the beer beckons
A pint at first then a jug for seconds.
Never enough food and not the right type
The beer's too flat or it smells too ripe.
The ref's a homer, the ref is blind.
The team's too dirty, they should all be fined
Never mind.
Next week hopefully it won't be raining
And don't forget your subs at midweek training
The season's over, the games are done.
A few games lost, a few games won.
Draft version 1.0, 20/3/2011. Please do not copy or cite without author's permission.
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