Scoop Poem: The Battle of Twickers
The Battle of Twickers
Got up in the
early hours, just to watch the rugby,
It was really hard
to watch, and the result was ugly,
The French were
victorious in the Battle of Twickers,
Now we have to
suffer the world's chuckles and twitters.
Was a great
start, we looked very impressive when we did the
haka,
What I want to know is where was Isotolo
Maka?
My world is all confused, nothing will ever be the
same,
I will throttle the next person who says it's just
a game.
They ran at us from the centre and ran at us from
the wing,
When they ran all over our forward pack we
couldn't do a thing,
They side-stepped us with ease then
they left us right behind,
When they scored that last try
I really lost my mind.
A sight to always haunt me, those
faces of Gallic glee,
I fled the room in anguish claiming
I just had to pee,
Would be easy to blame men such as our
full back,
That was the worst game he's played as an all
black.
But now it's time to give credit where credit is
fairly due,
The French came out on a mission and then
they saw it through,
They beat us with their speed and
they beat us with their passion,
Let's show some
sportsmanship, or is that out of fashion?
So what do we
have to do, to win back that cup?
Could the answer
possibly be, to bring back Buck?
When all is said and all
is done the result is that we lost
And all that's left to
ask is 'God, can be beat the Boks?'
Russell Tozer -2/1//99