OUCH!!
That hurt!
Why does he do it?
Why does he hit me,
Hit me with that damn big mallet?
Here I go rolling across the lawn
Gradually slowing down
Until I stop,
Stop near that blessed hoop,
That hoop that he hopes to knock me through,
So I sit here and wait.
Here it comes,
The opponent ball.
Misses me this time,
I so grateful.
Here comes my mate,
His other ball,
We greet each other
As he passes,
Passes off the lawn,
He hit it much too hard that time.
Now it is the other one,
The opponents other ball,
It is coming straight for me.
OUCH!!
That hurt again!
The pain inflicted on is awful,
Not only hit with a mallet,
But also with other balls.
What did I do?
How do I deserve this?
To be hit and hit again,
After all,
We are only a lot of balls.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2020 01:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This is not an '18' poem despite what Fido might believe with the words used.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 36
Comments4
Oh lol, good write Gold. Fido was about to choke on his cocoa, then said 'Ahh, croquet'.
Snooker's a load of balls too!
I'm bit late today. Caught up in some financial entanglement - sorted out now!
Did you need to use all your fingers to sort it out Orchi?
Andy
Yes! I ran into trouble when I realised I did not have 11 fingers.
Well, I counted to 21 - ten fingers, ten toes, and one (what Unsub said). Swoon! lol.
so imaginative, I was lost for most of it though lol
I play croquet five days a week, that is where the idea came from LB.
Andy
Trust you to come up with a load of balls like this.
Well would you expect anything less rounded d a.
Andy
At least those balls are hard! I was thinking basketball, But realized you mentioned other balls!
Yes Romantic the balls are croquet balls, as a relative newcomer to the site it is difficult to pick up on some things that people write about on the site, most of the older members on the site now that I play croquet, I have written about it a great deal.
Thank you for your comment.
Andy
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.