Wednesday, September 09, 2009

ART CRITIC, AUTHOR, FLANEUR, CULTURAL CUMUDGEON HAMISH KEITH -
NOW POET

Goblin Nation you’re a beaut
Land of hairy kiwi fruit
Land of butter lamb and cheese
Bringing our belly to our knees.
But we’re a Sporting Nation and we won’t get fat
Sometimes we beat the world at this and sometimes win at that.
We’ve held up the lofty silver cup brimming with champagne
But when it s overflowed and flown
We don’t mention it again.
And if we find the going hard while scrabbling in the scrum
We can always turn the game around with a finger up the bum.
It never matters how we win
If we wear the winners hat.
Coz we’re a sporting nation and we wont get fat.
We will razz the rotten umpire if he doesn’t raise his finger.
We’ve got no time for losers and won’t let buggers linger.
Our jerseys are bulging
And we can’t see our feet
But in a sporting nation it doesn’t matter what we eat.
And if we’re disappointed by the foolish boys in flannel
A push of the button and we’re on a winning channel
We love the great outdoors
And we keep our Tuis in a tin
Cos we’re a sporting nation where everybody’s thin
Kamate Kamate
Aue Aue
Another day at the office on the fields of glory
The hairy man hides in the kumara pit
You can eat what you like in the land of fit.

Posted By Hamish Keith to his blog - one city - many voices

No comments: