Victors opposite losers,
Experts opposite amateurs,
Today they hazard flocking,
All to one table,
Gathering to celebrate
The ability to play,
And the spirit of sport:-
A spirit so potent
It brought apartheid down,
Conquers the challenge of language,
Interprets the field of culture, and
Translates rest and relaxation
into an all-embracing thanksgiving.
Let there be no poisoned garnish this round,
No bitter egoism, and none of its flagrant fouls.
Let there be room for Puddin’s assists,
Indeed, a peg of that tender, sweet, bread of life
Let it be served, first, to the most riven and wanting
And may all savour,
Flesh weak and sated, a sporting time.
In the end, whether the gathering was wild or wicked.
Arrest your appetites, and be
Like a roll dipped in zesty juices.
What follows, I dearly hope, was there all along,
But, thereafter, will be found thriving.