Looking out across the field
At teams of men none whom would yield
Ready to battle against a side
Honour needing to be satisfied.
Men stood in centre, others at flanks
Some so huge they resembled tanks
The anthems sung, the talking done
A hard match now that could be won.
A roar goes up, the game begins
Arms and legs and knees and chins
All will be used in this affray
One side will win on this vital day.
The rain held off, there was no mud
On verdant grass these hard men stood
And then the egg-shaped pill flew high
Wingers to catch and go for tries.
Heroes were made upon that day
Of men who’d fight another day
Amidst loud cheers and celebrations
Battle Royal between Six Nations.