Peter Hall

Rookie - 351 Points (Sydney, Australia.)

Saturday Arvo At Da Footy - Poem by Peter Hall

The pies are hot
The beer is cold
It must be Saturday afternoon.

Tomato sauce
Spills down my front
Both teams to show up soon.

The pom pom girls
The footy teams
In uniforms the same

The ref's whistle starts the game.

Whether rugby or soccer
Or American footy
The ball is taken up hard

1st tackle made
Blood is sprayed
Tough men now play their cards

Among the sweat
Among the bets
A smile on every boys face

In wonderland
In fairyland
Wish they could trade their place

Exchanging fists
Not to be missed
The crowd now boos then cheers

Enjoying that they
Can have a say
Without retribution or fear.

It's full time now
Don't know how
The fun is over so soon

The pies are still hot
The beer is still cold
It must be Saturday afternoon.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 5, 2013

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