On go the clothes
Preparing for the day,
The day when the game,
The game is to be played.
Pants, vest and socks
Go on first,
Then the thick shirt
And the corduroy trousers,
On goes a jumper,
Then a thicker pullover.
Walking socks,
Go over the socks,
Then the thick soled shoes,
And the fur lined coat,
I am ready.
Off I go to that place,
That place that is so meaningful,
Meaningful to me.
I arrive in good time
To that lawn where the rain
Sweeps over it,
In the ever increasing wind.
On go the waterproof coats
And the waterproof trousers.
I am ready,
Ready to play,
To play the game,
The game that has taken me,
Taken me to vibrant pleasure.
There is a rumour,
That beacon of belief,
That croquet can be played,
Be played in the sun,
Where it is so warm
That short sleeved shirts
And short are warn.
But no,
That rumour,
Is surely a myth.