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WHAT WILL BE-(6 NATIONS RUGBY)

(Rugby, a game for hooligans, played by Gentlemen)

Scotland promises
delivers so little

Wales lacks passion
results now trickle

Ireland with charm
muscles a-twinkle

Italy tricky unleashed
a miracle

England brooding
titans able

France
brilliant
enfant terrible


Italy with historical score
the northern game's not glam
beauty salon or abattoir?
France still have the
Une
Deux
Trois!

A french grand slam?

(Sacre bleu!)

Milleniuim Stadium-
soap opera
life on the by-pass
by players with the
miss-pass!

Stade de France-
the battleground
a second year where
Agincourt is played
with a
Rugby ball!


Ellie LaCrosse

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R.M.Shanmugam

16 years 1 month ago

you have proven your

you have proven your analytical skills shan
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panaella

16 years 1 month ago

sports presenting next!

Hi Shan, hahahahaha....well..I do enjoy watching grown men battering the heck out of each other!....so wrong, I know....must be primeval or something! Thanks for the comments. Ells x
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

I don’t know shit from

I don't know shit from apple butter re rugby, but I most certainly enjoyed your in-depth analysis. Who knew? Mais non! ~A Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar
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panaella

16 years 1 month ago

Bless you!

Ha Ha Ha Think American football without all the protective gear! All tribal over here...and guess who won?..bloody France!...we Brits have a love/hate gig going on with the frogs...we love to hate them!....seriously, it's like sibling rivalry...we love them deep down really. Perhaps I should write sports commentary instead!...lol Ells x
ephraim crud

ephraim crud

16 years 1 month ago

O DEAREST ELLS...

...this poem smells of success, you've raised your hem; which's a bit of a shame as poor old Ephraim won't probably now get a pm! xxx. Love, Eph. "say hello to all the apples on the ground they were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping" Ephraim Crud, COS. www.breakneckbooks.myfineforum.org
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Ells

Wooooot you said you wanted to write something not about yourself I believe you succeeded beautifully ... my boys play rugby league but one of them plays Union, rugby union and rugby league its called here and we also have a game called australian rules football which us northern aussies call aerial ping pong lol but its still good to watch they wear smaller shorts in AFL lmao ;) I love my footy I am a die hard Manly fan(rugby leagure team) a lot of my family have played league lol even one in the national competition loved your poem I waffled sorry lovely love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe