I definitely feel ambivalent about Grand Finals! I have no interest in them (sorry, Australian Bloggers!) but I wish I cared!
Yippee! Yippee! And dance about!
Scream and holler, prance and shout!
Paint your face in various hues,
Dominate the local news!
Today will be Grand Final Day!
Be frenetic! It's your way!
Joy unbounding! Ball and boot!
'Manly's bound to win!' you scream!
is the team!' Melbourne
What though money's getting short.
Global Warming? Not a thought!
Today's the day! Look how we've yearned
Constantly as the world has turned!
Everyone is 'on the ball'.
Everyone? Hey! Not at all!
When it's on I just won't look;
I'll hide myself and read a book.
And when they announce the glorious winner
I'll go out and cook the dinner!
And yet.... and yet.... without a doubt
It's sad to be the odd one out.
I wish I cared, I really do.
I'd like to feel, the same as you,
That the world is hanging on a goal
And that one more try will save my soul.
Once, long ago, in another land,
I think I really did understand.
When I was a child, before TV,
The Boat Race meant the world to me.
when England and Oxford raced Cambridge
I sort of, kind of, got a taste.
I wore a rosette so all could see
was the team for me. Cambridge
Mine was pale blue; I liked the colour.
blue was darker, duller. Oxford
We listened on the radio
As the umpire stood to utter 'Go!'
And I began to shake and shiver
As they rowed their boats way up the river.
It seemed a matter of life and death.
My heart beat fast! I held my breath!
Childhood held many such delights
That seemed to put the world to rights.
Once, long ago, my spirits soared.
Now, I must confess, I'm BORED!