Rugby is for real men, not of English extraction.

Ode to the English Rugby Team

Ye come up here tae paradise , tae beat us at your game,
Aw’wind and piss and full o’ shit, Yer aw the bloody same.

Ye caw yersels World champions, the nations most elite,
But Scotland are the greatest noo, cos Yuv just been fuckin ‘beat.

A game that wis invented, fur English gentlemen,
No Highland Jocks we tartan frocks, well bluddy think again.

A baw that’s shapit like an egg, it’s jist a stupit farse,
Bit A suppose it makes it easier, tae ram right up yer arse.

So git back home an lick yer wounds, yer a bunch o stupit fools,
It’s time fur you tae cheat again, and change the fuckin, rules.

Rugby,fitba, cricket tae, yer jist a shower o chancers,
Stick tae whit ye dae the best, you Morris fuckin dancers!!!

Rugby is for real men, not of English extraction.

Barnicle

Joined June 2008

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