Onto the lawn we strode,
Two very good friends now enemies
As we played each other
In this Club competition.
On went my Match Mask,
This was different,
No animosity,
Politeness, yes,
Playing by the rules, yes,
But no humour,
That was for other times.
This was serious
It was a real match.
So off we went
Knocking the balls over the lawn
Towards and through the hoops.
My shots were so accurate
As my concentration was with me,
This was a match.
Through the hoops my balls went,
One nil, two nil, two one, three one.
He had no chance,
Four one, four two, five two.
This was my game,
The game I so enjoyed.
Five three, six three,
I was nearly there,
Just one more hoop.
Six four,
Then it happened,
My ball sailed thought the hoop,
The winning hoop,
So there I was the winner,
Seven four.
The Match Mask came off
And the real me was back,
Back with my friend,
Laughing and joking as usual
As we always were,
Except in a proper match
Where my Match Mask was worn.