(Every now and then two random lines in my head rhyme (sort of) and I know I have to do something with them, just to keep sharp. Sort of.)
I wheeze when I breathe
I played centre-half-forward for Cootra
an’ gave more blood noses than I got
made sweet Emma Lacey smile
for a while
always been a dry dirt farmer
like my Dad, and his Dad
seen a lot of seasons
some good, plenty of them bad
so, how will I rate
when it’s my turn
at The Gate?