Canterbury
The one
eyed Capital of the world
The
one-eyed Cantabrian.
Sports
person of the couch,
Master
tinny opener, at that he is no slouch,
His
encyclopaedic memory of everything red and black,
Is
only superseded by his champion all blacks.
On
personal terms with the best,
Fergie,
Tane, and the rest,
Never
known to pay for a ticket
Has
a high opinion of the canterbury wicket.
Has
played them all, beaten most,
Champion
of the board, when the surf hits the coast.
Climbed
mount Cook, didn't get puffed,
When
the rest of the party were all pretty stuffed.
Drinks
"our beer" does our champion,
Good
with the ladies, a great companion,
Dinner
for two at the piecart,
'our
beer' brings forth a bloody good fart,
Always
welcome at most of the parties,
Doesn't
mind sharing his Smarties.
Our
one-eyed cantabrian, friend of the umpire,
Has
played one day cricket all over the empire,
Did
the 'Boks' and the 'Lions', they were easy,
ran
rings round the 'eyetie' David Campese.
Never
played hockey, a sissy game,
running
around with a stick in your hand
Can
get you a funny name.
Ran
the 'City to Surf', Christchurch marathon too,
Even
had time to stop at the 'Swamp' for a jar or two.
The
Kaikoura races, and a feed of cray,
And
a couple of jugs makes a bloody good day.
As
we said at the start, our man is no slouch,
He
just has trouble getting his bum off the couch.
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The
Nexus Collection
Tongue in Cheek
A
Child of God
A
'Coaster'
A
Day in the Square
Canterbury
Little
Old Man
Little
Old Man (2): His Wife
Man
of the Land
Poetic
Widow
UFO
Rap
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