Round 6 - Irrewarra Beeac
The day had dawned, the nemesis to face
Questions remained on speed and pace
So past an airfield, we drove to see
If Cam and Jim and Mr Green
Could gather and dance and fly and flex,
And put those pesky Bombers to rest.
Not long to wait it was before
Through the pack the Skipper he tore
He reached into his bag of tricks
And bombed that Sherrin straight through the sticks
The brains trust, amazed, would check the clock
To find it had ticked, bad was yet to tock!
The scene was set and so it unfolded
The lads were on fire - inspired, emboldened
Big Tom directed our band of swingmen
And Doctor joined in, disguised as a wingman
So at the quarter when the siren was sounding
Cotts declared, ‘it’s done and dusted (bar the shouting)’.
Highlights too many, brilliance abounding
Fancy Feet Jim, simply astounding
Paddy and Tommy, running and spreading
Sam and Jack, fierce and deadly.
Defenders were tight, fearless, attacking
Poor old Warra, heading for a schallacking
And so it was, a resounding victory
Which surely pleased the main man Lynchy
No doubt, of course it’s early days
No champions declared in the month of May
But signs are good, the train is a comin’
Keep on track ‘cause the opposition are runnin’
Till next time,
The Saintly Scribbler
