Well the day came,
The first match of the season
For our new club,
Our first match ever.
We arrived at the croquet club,
We were warned about the car park being closed
And would need to park in a Garden Centre,
It was only three hundred yards away.
What we weren’t told
Was that their yards seemed to be in triplicate!
Across a busy road through the woods,
Along a very long path of wood chippings
Until at last we came to a locked gate.
The gate was opened for us
And we reached the Croquet Club
And were greeted with such joy.
We lay down in the hot sunshine
Until we had recovered from the trek,
And then we played the games.
We had a wonderful time playing them
And enjoyed their company all day.
We did not win the match
But only lost eleven to nine,
But a great day was had by all.
We then trekked back to our cars,
“Only three hundred yards!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have joined a recently formed croquet club and we had our first match yesterday.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Never played the game competitively. Seems like a great idea.
It certainly is Bobby.
Andy
Was you worn out before you even began?! lol.
Oh yes.
Andy
300 yards is getting on for quarter of a mile (440 yards). If we walk at 3mph, that's 1 mile in 20 minutes, and quarter of a mile in 5 minutes.
The sort of thing you would be thinking of, as you go through 'jungle tracks' this time of year. I have to mind the thorns on blackberry bushes.
Did it take you all of, oh about 4 minutes?!
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