Well that time has come,
Four years since the last one,
The Rugby Union World Cup,
The finest sport of all.
Of the forty eight matches due
Eight were played this weekend,
And I was there,
There in France to watch,
To watch the matches.
Only I had not far to travel,
Not far to see them all
There I was sat in my lounge
Travelling around France,
Via the television.
The weekend ended with a great match,
A match that showed Rugby,
Showed Rugby for what it was .
No quarter given by either team
The spherical ball travelling all over,
Being throw, kicked and held
By the sportsman of the game.
The match ended,
One side had won,
But all had given their all
On that sward of grass.
As each player hugged each other
No matter which team,
The Game of Rugby had won once more.
This is the joy of Rugby,
A game for hooligans
Played by gentlemen.
So now I look forward,
Look forward to next weekend.
Eight matches played,
Only forty more to go.