PRINCIPALITY
Municipality
Patter cake, Patter Cake
Baker's Van
driven by
an Emerson Fittipaldi lookalike
smoking roll ups made of
Frangipani.
There's Fanny Caradog
ready to bake for the boys
cos it's match day.
She's a helluva girl,
that's why they like her.
Treating them as if she was their Mam
but also giving them a secret suckle on the teat
round the back, out of sight
milk as white as the Prince of Wales feathers
heaving and kneading into yeast
with oil and wintergreen
crouch touch pause engage
scrummage
and it's all over
for the new young hooker
no longer to be teased by the back row.
The television pixelates back in the club house
the West Wales whine of Davies and the Bombast of Butler
Brains
They're all legends in this place
"As long as both sides get something from the game"
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