I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats o'er hills and vales.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of rugby fans from Wales,
Ejected from the pubs and bars,
Singing and shouting 'neath the stars.

Less gracious than a herd of swine
Like drunken fish they swam
And stretched in one unending line
Along the streets of Twickenham.
A thousand saw I at a glance
All staggering in tipsy dance

The ones beside them laughed to see
Such comical display
A poet in such company
Could not be else but gay
I laughed and laughed but never thought
What lasting joy this show had brought.

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the joy of solitude
And then my laughter comes in gales
At those crazed rugby fans from Wales.

                                                         ­ Gareth David