Knowing that so many of you no longer look in the rugby thread, I thought I better put this poem out here if I want anyone other than Memmie and myself to appreciate it
ODE to DONUT
There was an Ancient Donut,
A man of trusting soul
Quick to feet, with loud applause
When the Gooners score a goal
An all round British sportsman
And a staunch admirer still
Of his national sporting treausures
E'en when there o'er the hill.
A defender of life's freedoms
Yea, the weekly footy trip
Putting the boot into Sarah
As he allies hiself with Chip
And oft he switches on
To the Wimbledon display
Just to see if tiny Timmy
Might, just one year, not dismay.
And every twelve year cycle
When the Lions come to town
He becomes so very vocal
Except last night, why the frown.
For last night he was absent
And he was so sorely missed
For when his Lions got splattered
He probably decided to have the odd cleansing ale
And we know he's not in Edgbaston
To see Gillie's flashing blade
He's outside practising some strange dance
Hoping to rain on our parade.
But never fear for Donut
He can take care of himself
We just await some Brit success
To bring him off his shelf.
There we go - it ain't no Banjo Patterson, but the best I could do at short notice .
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[This message has been edited by Davros (edited 07-08-2001).]