the try line beckons

i arrive at the park

and change my clothes

the coach is there

he tells me, all he knows

johnny and jack

have apples and pears

mrs brown is there

she has cotton wool in her ears

I run onto the field

ready to play

the opposition are there

my feet are in clay

referee blows his whistle

the balls in the air

I’m on the ground

mud and grass in my ear

concentrate my ……….

play better cried mum

ice cream on offer

that’s my son