w/e 22 september

[Neville Briggs]

This one Maureen is an old one recycled.
Inspired by Bob Pacey's foopbaw mania apologies to Henry Kendall

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.

[Heather]

So you do follow the football Neville Kendall would be laughing..

[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

[Maureen K Clifford]

Oh my! You scored with that one Neville - well done

[Bob Pacey]

Yeah h surprised me as well Mausie. I thought Neville did not like sports.



Bob

[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.

[Maureen K Clifford]

I hope your knowledge of cats does not extent to crabbing Neville

[Neville Briggs]

No.

[Bob Pacey]

There taste all right


Bob ( inside a crab I mean !)

[Terry]

Well done Neville - even if you are murdering one of my favorite poems.

Cheers Terry