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w/e 22 september

Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:22 pm
by Neville Briggs
This one Maureen is an old one recycled.
Inspired by Bob Pacey's foopbaw mania :lol: apologies to Henry Kendall :roll:

BALL BOYS

By tackles of cruelness, the players are falling
and out of the big stand I hear the crowd calling.
They live in the hope that their highly paid bruisers
will touch the ball down as the winners ( not losers).
Through gaps in defenders and dodging their clawing,
struggles the halfback; he's over ! he's scoring !
And louder than thunder ( though nothing like singing )
the cheers of supporters are roaring and ringing.

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 6:19 pm
by Heather
So you do follow the football Neville ;) Kendall would be laughing..

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 6:51 pm
by Bob Pacey
That's a pearler Nev describes rugby Union to a tee.


I said to a bloke one day I really cannot follow the rules for rugby ?

He pulled me up and said there are no rules for rugby . There are the laws of the game.

Bob

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 9:58 pm
by Maureen K Clifford
Oh my! :lol: You scored with that one Neville - well done

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 5:22 am
by Bob Pacey
Yeah h surprised me as well Mausie. I thought Neville did not like sports.



Bob

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 9:30 am
by Neville Briggs
Just cause I might not like something does not mean I have to be totally ignorant of it, after all I don't like cats but I know about the horrid things. :roll:

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 9:34 am
by Maureen K Clifford
I hope your knowledge of cats does not extent to crabbing Neville :shock: :o :lol:

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 9:36 am
by Neville Briggs
:shock: No.

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 5:45 pm
by Bob Pacey
There taste all right


Bob ( inside a crab I mean !)

Re: w/e 22 september

Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 3:39 pm
by Terry
Well done Neville - even if you are murdering one of my favorite poems.

Cheers Terry