Scrum Down For Wesley!

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This was a poem written when….
…the poet was only seven plus ten!
As a tribute to his rugby team,
For their performances held in high esteem!
(Year 2003)


Donning the blue jersey, wearing studded boots
Amidst the fans cheers, amidst the others hoots

Spilling into the field with one aim in heart
To give all I’ve have got, to do my very part.

“Tweet” goes the whistle to denote ‘play ball’
The ball was kicked higher than buildings very tall.

‘My ball’ comes the cry from the forwards in the pack,
It’s a do or die affair, there’s no turning back

The oval shaped ball was passed from hand to hand
The “bone crunching” tackles made players hit the sand

When I said to myself, I just started this rhyme
“Tweet” went the whistle to denote half time

Mr Priyadharshana the coach shouts off some ploys
As water was carried out to the battered up boys

Re-energised they run into the field
For school to make sure that victory is sealed

Tries and goals were hard to come by
For all our sporadic moves were stopped by some guy

“Tweet” went again the whistle to our relief
We had won the game to the opponents’ disbelief

Battered up and bruised we walked off the ground
As slogans of Wesley were the only audible sounds

Mr Mudannayake ran up to congratulate his team
With a slight pot belly and an ever glowing beam

He said we had brought ‘Honour and glory’ to school
Being heroes for one day was an experience really cool

Backs were warmly patted and good byes were being said
For fifteen young guys to tuck themselves in bed