Words they simply fail me,
I know not what to say,
I really thought that our boys
would win in Rome today,

Now some may blame the linesman
and some they blame Chris White
but come on boys, be honest,
even if you're right

We should have been a mile ahead,
we've the talent, there's no doubt,
but the problems we have had all year
have not been sorted out.

Our pack it should have matched them,
our backs should make the space,
with Kev, Mark Jones and Winkie,
we are not short of pace.

But up front our boys were bullied,
Our half-backs had no clue,
and I'm tired of excuses,
as most of Wales is too.

So it's time to get the knives out,
it's time to make the cuts,
it's time for some to fall on swords,
forget the "if's" and "but's".

You've just led us in a circle,
back to four years ago,
so please, I ask on bended knee,
just pack your stuff and go.

4 years since our first loss to Italy brought about my first ever poem, about 50 poems later we're back where we started.

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