A pair of Rugby brothers,
from the bush, played in the city.
One played in the forward pack.
The other one was pretty.
They both were fit and hard and tough,
which showed in how they played.
So in the senior city comp
both boys had played first grade.
But both boys, being from the bush,
played for their zone Rep side.
They played with passion, skill and drive.
They played with heart and pride.
While Super 12 was going on
each chased their Rugby dream.
To play at higher levels,
like the New South Country team.
Sure enough, one of these boys
did make the country side.
A 'Cocktatoo' player for a son:
The parents joy and pride.
He played against the Springboks,
and he scored against the Lions.
Sibling rivalry clasped his brother:
A prisoner chained in irons.
What happened next was priceless;
to end the mindless quibbling.
The final family member
was the newest Rugby sibling.
The senior two watched junior
develop skills and strength.
This newest Rugby player grew
in size and weight and length.
The second eldest brother was,
till now, the family great.
But number three, who played as Prop,
was then picked for the state!
The family had a Waratah!
Of all the sporting tales;
from living in the shadows,
to now play for New South Wales!
So that is how this country player
became a 'Waratah'.
The other two kept playing,
but it left a mental scar.
They didn't mind the bruising.
They would tolerate each blister.
What hurt the most was knowing
they were outclassed by their sister!
(c) MrsMyth
