BogRhymes

After harsh Winter, time again to begin,
The rugger starts it, first signs of Spring.
Then in the distance, the thunder of hooves,
Is heard on the breeze, as Cheltenham looms.
A few weeks later, Aintree gives some heart pauses,
Then blooming azaleas, it’s Augusta, Georgia!
Next is May, when the footie finishes,
Every two years, the absence diminishes.
In June there’s The Derby, and there’s Stanley.
Thoroughly untrendy, yet so manly.
Wimbledon wombles along in June,
Not a scoop of cream, too soon.
Sport fans flounder around for a while,
Until the hurling, brings a gasp and a smile.
My diary is empty, but my life is full,
I’m a sports junkie, days never dull.

You talk, talk, talk.
And yap, yap, yap.
Please halt, halt, halt,
Your crap, crap, crap.