Ode to Wests Tigers

The new season is a near,
This will be the Wests Tigers year,
Victories will be a plenty,
They will give us plenty of cheer.

Leading our boys to wins,
Are our halves, forwards and wings,
With open space, blinding pace,
The opposition we will run around them in rings.

With Farah leading the team,
Ripping the opposition defences at the seams,
And Benji weaving his magic,
Giving us something to holler and scream.

Woods and Galloway dominating up front,
Blair and Fulton taking the brunt,
With his experience and guidance,
Anasta will aid us in the hunt.

With speed to burn,
And tries they yearn,
The backs will run riot,
Every other team will quickly learn.

Koro our Fijian warrior will charge,
Utai the possessed wombat will barge,
Lawrence will soar and swerve,
Lote will loom up large.

The rookies will help us pick up the pace,
Those low grubbers Tedesco will chase,
Moltzen will add that attacking flair,
Electric Simona will win that race.

These champions may be new to the team,
Pettybourne's rage is yet to be seen,
Thompson will crunch some attacks,
Whilst Gavets runs will be brutal and mean.

Our boys this year will do us proud,
They will give us all something to cheer and be loud,
Premiership victory is our ultimate goal,
That will enrich all us Tigers crowd.

The off season emptiness is close to finishing,
Our footy loneliness is slowly diminishing,
It's nearly time for our sport to start,
No need to keep on hoping and wishing.

The Tigers rollercoaster is about to start,
You may need to start grabbing for your heart,
The highs are high and the lows are low,
At the end of the year the top 8 we will take part.
 
Not lame mate…bit cheesey I suppose.

RL and poetry dont usually go hand in hand (just ask Tommy Keneally!) but all in all thats how you were feeling at the time and theres nothing wrong with that. Nice effort.
 

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