Rugby And Drink Poem by Naveed Akram
Rugby And Drink
Good fogs are maintained by drama of nature,
The drums of the ages are upon us,
As well the noise of scrummages
Are found in the rugby fields,
When living has an art for the boy,
Why does he count on us?
Good people learn a home,
Giving a long-cherished night
To themselves in sleep
In meeting with a god of sorts.
Lasting forever, the drink is ours for the price of it.
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