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An Odd Shaped Ball.

I’m afraid I don’t do Rugby, of either code

except when it comes to watching England V Scotland

and the odd par-taking

of a World Cup; sport for sports sake, not my bag

or ball it seems,

despite having had a teacher at school who insisted

in one of those terrifying end of year reports

that I was more suited to the game,

a natural player, I nearly laughed as I read it

on the way home, so not my cup of tea,

despite having had the honour of watching