The day we lost...

Yeah, it's true.
Early morning wake up call,
from a cellphone far too cheap,
and far too loud.
Waging war against the frozen sunrise.
No advantage with shortsleeved shirts.
The pun of course...

Highschool rugby, brought back memories.
Nephew played well, but it's a team game, ya know,
and that's all I'm really saying about the match.
Refer to title for further details.

The coffee was good.
Canteen mothers, grabbing money,
wearing ten ton pearls.
Shackles.
High pitched voices,
strange (BMW) accents,
mispronounced words.

Three sugars.
Thanks so much.

Cheers

(That's ma boy. Textbook tackle.)

© Luke Daniel