A Wasp’s Touchdown

(For Mohammed Adel who breathes rugby all throughout)

To his chest his hand he clasped
He deeply breathe he wheeze and gasp
Betwixt the scrum of bodies tensed
A gap perhaps the scrum half’ sensed.

His temples throb his mouth is dry
Heart beats fast thinks he’s going to die
Taking from the number black jersey no 8
He grits his teeth and runs fast straight

Running through bodies you might have seen
A speeding wonder sight in number fourteen
Tackled, dodged, blocked and wrestled
Yet he went through a sight to behold.

His voice has gone and throat is sore
Ball in both hands shakes more and more
The line appears, a magic sight
But then a hand grapples him – quick and tight

Like wasp that stings he grope for more
With fierce Emirati spirit from within his core
7mode twisted his body and reaches out
The ball’s a touchdown, amidst a shout.

When mixed young men in future bright
Look back into this mighty sight
Will take heart again and take a fight
A game of UAE rugby, takes its flight!