I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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26 April 2012


Footy is soccer —
except when you’re ocker.

Up north they hold forth
on the pleasures of Rugby.
I find it ugly, 
a form of thuggery.

Down south they are fools
for Aussie Rules.

As I was born and raised
a Southerner — well,
you would have a right to be amazed
if I didn’t follow the AFL.

Not a native Melburnian,
I got to choose.
‘Carn —
the mighty Blues!’

April PAD Challenge #25: A sport. (Yes, you have to be an Aussie to understand this poem — no apologies!)

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