God she works in mysterious ways
Conjuring up life so Jarrad now plays
Against the Blues on a hot August night
His 200th game will set Kangas alight
From heavenly vantage, they beam with pride
As beneath, Vin’s son take a hanger out wide
Preparing to kick, Jarrad stands on paint
Don’t spray it old son, to get no complaint
But Kangas’ colours are such an insipid hue
God is enraged; she loves Navy Blue!
From throne above, the one thing to do
She points at the ball, the kick doth slew
She whispers to Vin “Oh, tis such a great shame,
your son’s kicking skills are now on the wane!”
In celestial seats Vin gets a real fright
Jarrad rolls an ankle, then picks a fight
How does he do this, as if it’s on cue?
First feigning an injury then starting a blue
Vin says to God: “Please atone for this Boss”
“Waitey’s 200th…Like, who gives a toss?”
About Arthur O'Bryan
An elegant variant who loves to surf, and drink loads of local wine. I ride the bumps with the Blues along with my four kids and gorgeous winemaker wife.
I’m not a Blues or Roos fan, Arthur, but I certainly enjoyed your Jarrad Waite poem.
You’re not related to former Fitzroy 1944 premiership player Arthur O’Bryan by any chance?
I was a teammate of one of Arthur’s sons, Paul, at the University of Canberra (formerly CCAE) Wombats in the 1980s.
Indeed, devout Blue and Almanacker Tony Robb coached Obes Junior in that time.
Not related but happy tp share the same name as the Fitzroy great.
Thanks Jarrod, now go back to Carlton now!