There was once a time you know
when the polo fam’ went to Bordeaux.
The mood was good, the courts were bright,
Margot fed us through day and night –
she gave us wine, bread and pate,
to thank us for coming to say g’day.
The games were tough but full of laughs,
not a thing here was done by half –
music loud, courts smooth as you need,
did I say we got a good feed?
We dripped sweat in Sud France sun –
polo has never been so fun.
We said adieu, sbohem and farewell
then headed east to play the Worlds.
Now time has passed I must look back –
the Bordeaux Open was an awesome crack.