Saturdays
in Cucamonga
Finau
would let me know
It
was time to go
For
a little drive
Down
the street
To
Ontario
Just
past the In-n-Out
To
where the Tongans played
And
oh how they played
I
had not seen enough rugby
To
know what I was missing
After
I saw it
I knew
I’d
always love it
Rugby
Played
by Polynesians
Is
an art all its own
They
adopted it
And
set the standard
For
unbelievable aptitude
As
thirty brick walls
Went
out to battle
Over
an enlarged oblong ball
With
apparent disregard
For
pain or discomfort
Of
any sort
I
sat on the sidelines
Savoring
my jelly-filled keke
Basking
in the welcoming warmth
Of
Tongan society
Enjoying
their sport
Thrilling
from scrum to try
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