Goldfinch60

Match Mask.

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.