Twas chilly, and the morpy Gondos
Did skyre and dimble on the turf;
All missy was the stickletack,
And the pinshad outheeled
“Beware the shockey hick, my boy!
The ball that flizz, the sand that floast!
Beware the shorpal bims and shun
The hurious poalagoast!”
With feadly weapon grapped in hand,
They stampled on the sward,
With muscly calves they circle ranned,
Then stood awhile and thard.
Up, down! Up, down! With feeted square,
The feadly blades went backacrash,
Regan first then Kuhle and Sturgess
The net abulged with deadly sight.
But then the cold froze brains awry
And error strewn the match all tumbled.
Hooray when scrill the blistle sounded,
And all to flowers shed.
Twas chilly, and the morpy Gondos,
Had skyred and dimbled hourly gone,
All scroojous were the puffin’ heard,
Till the weary stumblers flon.
(With apologies to Lewis Carroll)
Synopsis and translation:
Cold windy day
Murphy came to our rescue
Gondoliers 3-0 up at half time
Regan did not get carded
Kuhle took himself off having scored an excellent goal (although Sturgess thought it was a bad pass to him)
Hundreds of short corners
Our other goals were lucky deflections
Manning missed an open goal and Carney kept running off the pitch with the ball
Geoff should have gone to Wednesday night training
We all played badly - should have been 10-0
Great curry afterwards with a hospitable Winchester side pity about the previous evening's rugby