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AN ODE TO MANLY

A Brookvale night, two down, with two to go,
nearly broken and no bench men to call.
A late try to us, the restart is long,
the ball hangs, seconds before it falls.

To the worn forwards three in a row,
take it up, push it up, grind it out.
To the halfway, a foray to the right,
a hero makes ten, last tackle the shout.

To the General, tall in the middle,
feigns right to kick, then darts to the left.
He has counted their defence, it's one short
the pass long and straight, no float, so deft.

Wing takes off, last bit of speed in his legs,
beats the first man, finds more power over two.
In the air he can see the chalk line close,
reaching out, one handed, it sticks like glue.

The ground erupts with an upstanding crowd,
full time sounds, as Manly take acclaim.
Smiles in their hearts, with unspoken words,
Play hard, never give up and play the game!
 
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niccipops

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AN ODE TO MANLY

A Brookvale night, two down, with two to go,
nearly broken and no bench men to call.
A try against us, the restart is long,
the ball hangs, seconds before it falls.

To the worn forwards three in a row,
take it up, push it up, grind it out.
To the halfway, a foray to the right,
a hero makes ten, last tackle the shout.

To the General, tall in the middle,
feigns right to kick, then darts to the left.
He has counted their defence, it's one short
the pass long and straight, no float, so deft.

Wing takes off, last bit of speed in his legs,
beats the first man, finds more power over two.
In the air he can see the chalk line close,
reaching out, one handed, it sticks like glue.

The ground erupts with an upstanding crowd,
full time sounds, as Manly take acclaim.
Smiles in their hearts, with unspoken words,
Play hard, never give up and play the game!
Well done Banjo!
 

globaleagle

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Noice.

I wrote a poem on here once, it was awesome but some called me William McGonagall (worst poet ever) and referred to his poem "The Tay Bridge Disaster" - lol

So I stopped.

Your next poem should be "Ode to Warringah"
 

Captain Moondog

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Noice.

I wrote a poem on here once, it was awesome but some called me William McGonagall (worst poet ever) and referred to his poem "The Tay Bridge Disaster" - lol
William McGonagall the legend...

"Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time."
 

Captain Moondog

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Fortunately after the Tay Bridge disaster a new bridge was built and the great bard was once again inspired to take pen to paper.....

"Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay,
With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array,
And your thirteen central girders, which seem to my eye
Strong enough all windy storms to defy.
And as I gaze upon thee my heart feels gay,
Because thou are the greatest railway bridge of the present day. "

Here is the full poem for McGonagall aficionados
 

globaleagle

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Fortunately after the Tay Bridge disaster a new bridge was built and the great bard was once again inspired to take pen to paper.....

"Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay,
With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array,
And your thirteen central girders, which seem to my eye
Strong enough all windy storms to defy.
And as I gaze upon thee my heart feels gay,
Because thou are the greatest railway bridge of the present day. "

Here is the full poem for McGonagall aficionados

You guys are mean! lol
 
Noice.

I wrote a poem on here once, it was awesome but some called me William McGonagall (worst poet ever) and referred to his poem "The Tay Bridge Disaster" - lol

So I stopped.

Your next poem should be "Ode to Warringah"

If that was written in 1897, I can take no credit as my ancestral family left Scotland in 1840.

I take your suggestion on board but it might be "There's only 3 roads to Warringah".
 

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