Crap poem: Rugby and Dirk Kuyt

Published January 29, 2012 | By James R Shaw

A few poems from the weekend, kinda. Starting with rugby and that and ending with that Dutch guy who runs a lot…

Rugby

Wigan and Hull play football,
In a cities were they generally chase eggs.
Filling their football stadiums at weekends,
With a small number of footballing dregs.

Dirk Kuyt

Like a forest Dirk ebs and flows.
Like a gump Dirk barely knows..
..how to play football.
“Run, Dirk, Run” fans shout.
It’s all he can do.
Breaking away from the cruches that is a respectable goalscoring record in Holland.
But he can run, and he can score.
And if its against united in flies one more.
But against Wigan and Wolves and West Ham he will just run.
He will just run, until his days are done.