Underground was heaving
Post match mourning rife
A carriage full of grieving fans
Held a wake for Rome less night
“Four penalties we should have had”
Moaned angry dad to kids
“That referee stabbed us in the back,
It woz nuffink but a swiz”.
A placid gent across the train
Tut tut’s and reads his book
“I ‘ve just seen the game on TV, and there’s no way
Those penalty shouts were good”.
Angry dad looks fit to burst
“No way, I can’t agree
I was there and at the game
I still blame the referee”.
Tut tut man sighs deeply
“I’m sorry but you’re wrong
Four penalty calls and not one given
Oh dear, sing some other song”.
Angry dad goes radio rental
His kids looks quite perturbed
As tut tut man reprehensible
Claims have suddenly un-nerved them.
“With a view like that of the nailed on facts
It seems quite clear to me
There’s just one job, you could do by God
That’s as a referee”.
“It’s funny you should mention that”
Tut tut man smiles smugly
“I am indeed a referee and that is fact
But in a civilized game called rugby”.
What followed? Not sure I can tell
Except suffice to say the train
Stopped at the next station where mayhem
Was on a par with the end of the game.