There I was playing croquet,
Playing quite well actually,
Playing with Heather
Against Lis and Gill.
I hit my ball towards a hoop,
Through it went
Without touching the sides,
Heather was impressed,
But when I did it again
She said to me,
“Is your ball smaller than ours?”
I replied,
“I beg your pardon!!”
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 3rd, 2021 01:28
- Comment from author about the poem: If you think this should have an 18 rating, it is only in your mind.LOL
- Category: Humor
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Comments7
Ha ha - - thank you dear Andy for my first big smile of the day - - - wishing your croquet balls go through that hoop every time.
Thank you Fay.
Yes I wished they would go through every time as well. LOL
Andy
Oh lol, good write Gold.
I might swoon. Fido has barked to warn me, in case I do.
I swoon seeing tennis, and 'new balls, please'. I dare not ask what was the trouble with the old balls! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
Andy
Croquet banter! Who'd a thought it!
Of course, except in matches, which we won yesterday and are now in the semi-finals of the south west area croquet league competition.
Andy
Awesome
Ouch .. anyone that has ever had orchitis knows what its like to have big balls ............ steady now Orchi ..before ya swoon, go Google ... Nice one Andy ................ N 🙂
Thanks Neville.
Andy
Nothing plural here... Are you sure that croquet etiquette doesn't demand that you present your credentials before commencement of play?
Soldier on Andy, soldier on....
My credentials are always well known in the club.
Yessir!
Andy
Oarrr - Been around have they? Registered for posterity are they?
you never know, Andy
in modernity's landscape of gender ambiguity
'beg your pardon', is the Only response we're afforded...
crazy times, my friend
(but thanks for the laugh
hope you have a great weekend,
some torrential weather expected next few weeks
we best make the best of this last remnants of summer)
once more, its passed - far too quick
Thank you Mek, pleased that I made you laugh it is a great medicine.
Andy
Funnily enough farmer Giles was just saying how his little coq managed to sneak into the smallest cracks in the cowardly wire ooppss chicken wire.
Red balls often appear swollen compared to those pale white ones or shrivelled blue ones.
More tea vicar?
No sugar in mine thank you d a.
Andy
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