If I were a boy

If I were a boy,
we’d be on the same team,
wearing the same colour,
leading, looking mean.

If I were a boy,
I’d maul anyone on your ball,
I’d ruck the next bastard harder,
help keep up the wall.

If I were a boy,
we’d get completely steamed,
lose half our money
when our side got creamed.

If I were a boy,
I’d be your best friend,
but we’d be “good mates”,
nothing on the bend.

If I were a boy,
I’d keep you standing tall;
we’d have our long man-chats
about the girls who make you fall.

If I were a boy,
we’d sit and exercise our thumbs,
work-out our reflexes
whilst sitting on our bums.

But because I’m not a boy,
we won’t do all of this;
we don’t need to try,
or find emotions to dismiss.

But we’ll sit,
sad and strong,
as men must do;
and like your best friend,
I’ll wait for you.