The first time my daddy took me to play
A sport that he loves and does every day
Ended in tragedy, well for him you will see
But we'll get to that part for its so very savoury.
Croquet is the game with sticks, balls and hoops
You need a good aim but not much else
And so it was on that fateful day
When he took me to his lawn
So proud of his game
And then it began, after some instruction
My father's complete and utter destruction
'crack went my ball' through a hoop first time
I didn't gloat much, well not a long while
'miss' went my dad so I took aim and then
My little ball went through a hoop once again
And so the game went on
You could cry beginners luck
But by the look on his face my dad gave a well you know.
So ever since then I've let him win
It makes him feel good and I do a good thing..............
Yeah right! The old man he beats me now every single time
But he's had to work at it
Every day of his life
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm not one for tit for tat (honest guv!) but seeing as my dad wrote about my defeat I just thought I'd put this into perspective!
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I really shouldn't be putting up anything here at all....family matter ,... keep well away...let it burn itself out... coupla of rhymes there I quite liked....'sorry I intervened...
Fathers deserve to win a lot more than theyre given credit for. Are you a father? Doesn't really matter if you are or not but should you become one then sooner or later you'll agree.
Good entertaing stuff.
fun read, thanks for sharing
should link to Andy's write, to add context
Just noticed that both you and your dad are here. A lovely family.
Lol. Yeah we kept it quiet for a long time
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