Listen up, ain’t no fancy words here, just plain talk about this fella, Tom Briscoe. This Tom, he’s one of them rugby fellas, plays that game with the funny shaped ball. Runnin’ and passin’ and all that. He plays for a team called Hull FC, wears them shorts and gets all muddy. Don’t know much about it, but they say he’s good at it, scores them points, or whatever they call ’em in that game. Runs real fast, like a chicken with its head cut off, but in a good way, see?
Now, this Tom, he ain’t just some young whippersnapper. He’s been around the block, played for other teams too, like them Leeds Rhinos. Don’t ask me what a Rhino is, probably somethin’ tough, like him. He’s been doin’ this rugby thing for a good long while, must be getting old, but he’s still out there, runnin’ and bumpin’ into folks. Guess he likes it, gets paid for it too, I reckon.
- He’s got fans, lot of ’em, on somethin’ called “Followers,” whatever that means. Folks like watchin’ him, cheer him on, maybe buy his picture, who knows. Seems like a nice enough fella, even if he plays that rough game.
- He came back to Hull FC, that team he plays for now, just recently. Went somewhere else, then came back, like a cat that roams around and comes home for dinner. Guess he missed the place, or maybe they offered him more money, who knows?
Now, there’s another Tom Briscoe, a funny fella, tells jokes, makes people laugh. Don’t know if it’s the same Tom, might be. Funny how folks have the same names, makes things confusing. This Tom Briscoe, the funny one, he’s got his own show, talks on the stage, makes folks giggle. Good for him, makin’ people happy is a good thing, better than runnin’ around in the mud, I say.
Then there’s another Tom Briscoe, lives in a place called New York. Don’t know what he does, but they say he performs at some fancy place. Maybe he sings, maybe he dances, maybe he tells them jokes too. Lots of Tom Briscoes out there, it seems. Confusin’ as a hen house with all them eggs lookin’ the same.
This Tom Briscoe, the rugby fella, he’s English, born in England, speaks English, like me. Been playin’ for his country too, wears that shirt with the rose on it. Proud fella, I bet. Good for him, representin’ his country, even if it’s just runnin’ around with a funny shaped ball.
So, there you have it, plain talk about this Tom Briscoe. Plays rugby, runs fast, scores points, makes people cheer. Came back to his team, got fans, and shares a name with some other fellas. Not much else to say, really. Just another fella doin’ his thing, makin’ a livin’. Now, where’s my tea? All this talkin’ makes me thirsty.
Tags: Tom Briscoe, Rugby, Hull FC, Leeds Rhinos, England, Sports, Follower, Performance, Comedy
