On the lawn we went,
The Friday boys started playing.
Three old men,
One recovering from gout,
One recovering from an arm injury,
And me without any problems
Except being old.
We started hitting the balls,
Hitting the balls towards the hoops,
Playing the game we enjoyed,
The game we enjoyed so much.
Could we get them through the hoops,
Could we be blowed,
We all kept on failing,
We would hit the uprights
But getting the balls through,
Through the hoops was a farce.
We played two games not three,
Three was our norm,
But we gave up after two,
We did not want others to see,
To see how badly we were all playing.
Hopefully next Friday will be better.