‘Twas the Night Before Dreamteam

‘Twas the night before Dreamteam, when all through the house
Not a creature was clicking, not even a mouse;
The excel spread sheets were researched with care,
In hopes that Dream team would soon be there;

The coaches were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 100’s danced in their heads;
And donuts in bye weeks, and the salary cap,
And big Sandi’s just racked up his 100th tap.

Dreaming of watching the fan footy scores,
seeing plus 3’s and plus 6’s and golden plus 4’s.
When suddenly outside a noise could be heard
I jumped up to peer out at what was that stirred.

The moon shone through on the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
I saw visions; my car winning team did appear.

With a forgotten key forward, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than Juddythe rest they did come,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Cyril! Now, Jelwood! Now, Swanny and Barlow!
On, Luey! On Martin! On, Zaka and Trengove!
To the top of the list! To the top of the league!
Now dash away! Dash away! Take home that car!”

And then, in a twinkling, I saw my future again
my captain got injured, my cash cow got banned.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
Saw the same old story, as last year coming around.

Petrie was layed up, something up with his arm,
andbuddy was rubbed out, he refused to disarm
A bundle of mid pricers stunk up my team,
Will I learn this time, From this foretold night dream?

Guns and rookies must be the only way,
Mid pricers will come at you don’t hear what they say.
If you think you can find the guy ripe to break out,
He’ll stink up and stuff you beginning the rout.

I woke that morning and Dream team was here,
I sat there all eager and cracked open a beer;
This time will be different, I’ll learn mistakes made
Who am I kidding, I already want to trade……..