A Woman Rugby Player…
There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank!
It could have been the odour that oozed from her body,
Or that she liked gutting fish in her spare time as a hobby.
As she drew nearer I could stand it no more!
I ran onto pitch not opening the changing room door.
There was mud underfoot with rain threatening to pour
But as she followed the smell grew more and more.
She played Hooker with me as the Tight-Head,
At the first scrum I passed out; almost dead!
I recovered to see her make the winning score,
So we married that day and we don’t wash anymore…….Boom, boom.
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