Choose rugby union

Choose rugby union
Choose hypocrisy
Choose collaborating with the Nazis to have two other professional sports outlawed
Choose institutionalised racism
Choose a stupid game where you can't see the ball half the time
Choose drinking piss out of a sock and shoving 10p coins down your foreskin on a Saturday night
Choose to sing highly inappropriate negro worksongs about death being preferable to working in cotton fields simply because a black chap once scored a try for England
Choose performing some ho-ho-hilarious, banterriffic action along with it
Choose leaning on a despotic regime to have a bloke thrown in an Emirati jail for weeks without charge because he organised people to play a different sport
Choose class war
Choose subterfuge
Choose lies
Choose rugby union

I chose not to choose rugby union
I chose something else

On National Poetry Day and the Burgesses

It's National Poetry Day today, so in the time-honoured* fashion....


If Steve McNamara did truly
Want the World Cup then he, cruelly,
Shouldn't have overlooked Luke,
And to rule out a fluke,
He probably should have picked Julie.



* - not even slightly

James Graham and National Poetry Day

A flame-haired prop forward called James
Went to Aus with the dutiful aims
To play with no fear,
But he bit Slater's ear
And he'll sit on his arse for twelve games.