Pigs and poofs

Those pretty-boy backs, irritate forwards packs,
'cause the girls find the forwards less scrummy.
While the backs spit the tantrum, (Do they need Conbantrum?)
no forward has yet thrown a dummy.

And if you're a looker, slim chance you're a hooker,
who're mostly good value and fun.
If you're one who prances, you're picked with the dancers,
But crickey, can those ladies run!

But they'll look like a goose if their steps have no use.
In the short term they might think they're clever.
Any true Rugby man knows the need for a plan,
so don't think you can wing it forever.

The change-room is scattered with bruised and the battered;
it's not just the ego's were dented.
After yet one more loss, those backs don't give a toss.
But the forwards are not so well centred.



(c) MrsMyth, TJ McGowan
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