The Wounded Gladiators!
So, you’ve come back from the colosseum, you coach’s where you vent,
Now cursing your injured players, in a bitter discontent,
Well, we grieve to disappoint you and it makes us sad to hear,
That it isn’t great at training as there isn’t any cheer.
Now the raw and anxious conscripts, swallowed hard when you came to view,
Well, it’s not so often in these days, they see the likes of you!
And your coaching harsh and rusty, like a rasp to put them down,
Made them think we’re being coached, by a roaring pack of clowns!
And their thoughts included a swift return to the clubs from whence you came,
Where frazzled players blocked their ears as they thought your plans insane,
With the playing days of faulty strategy and tactics that failed again!
And remember the angry supporters, who called your coaching mud,
Who voted to send you packing in a turbid sweeping flood!
You figure old clubmen’s memory loss, as the seasons rise and fall,
But these old men who love their clubs, remain loyal throughout it all.
We see your thoughts on gladiators young, a group of no delight,
And you’ve stressed and run their guts out, in the colosseum late at night,
But the watchers on the boundary and the committee being discrete,
Hold their faces sour and saddened as the injuries increase.
But the shylocks holding purses, are they better now or worse?
As the number of injured gladiators, is growing like a curse.
Watto!
This rhyme was prompted by a letter sent by P Bradshaw to 'The West Australian' regarding the Walking Wounded in the AFL injury list, which at the 17th of March totaled 126 players, a week before the season started!
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