Two Tribes

 

A tribal conversion,

Line-out and scrums.

Thundering thighs,

And a union of bums.

 

Jock-strapping tackles,

Drop-kicks and falls.

Birley brave forwards

With oval shaped balls.

 

Hands shaped like shovels

Barrel sized chests

Pitch-perfect anthems,,

Lines-men in vest’s.

 

Haka and hookers,

Scrum-half and prop,

Lock in to combat

For the want of a cup.

 

A worldwide religion,

In “The Close” it began,

When William Webb-Ellis,

Picked the ball up and ran

 

The whistle – its blown,

The “play” – it begins,

Two tribes at war,

For the glory – the win.