Sunday, May 13, 2012

APRIL POEM-A-DAY


Day 25 – a sport

It’s that season again -
the bunting, the ads
for insurance around
the field, and the players
need it. I say to Mum:
How they suffer! What
bruises they must
take home to tender
hands. (Actually, I
don’t say the bit
about the hands).
We regard them as
performers, clowns,
the way they leap
and tumble, roll or
sprawl – high drama!
Since laughter is good
for the health, I love
the footy season.



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