There we were on the lawn
On this cool grey day
Playing the game we loved,
Knocking those balls
Towards and through the hoops.
Two ladies came to the next lawn,
They stood at the starting point,
The starting point on the lawn,
And they talked,
Talked and talked for almost half an hour.
And in that time we had nearly finished,
Nearly finished our first game.
If my friends and I wanted to talk
We would be in a coffee bar,
Or even better in a pub,
But the game of croquet is so important
So important to us
That we get on the lawn and play,
Play the game we love.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We just did not understand why those two ladies talked for so long without starting to play croquet.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
My favourite game is quite different 🙂
I am not at all surprised Neville. Welcome back.
Andy
Yo Fincj, nice write. BTW, this guitar has a sound like the bc Ventures.
THank you Bobby, The Shadows were a group that started in the 1960s and I still have the first two albums from that time.
Andy
A fine write Gold. I would prefer to strike a round ass than a round ball.
All to our own desires Jerry. LOL.
Andy
Just maybe those two ladies were talking of how well you and your friends were playing.
That's one of my favorite instrumentals by The Shadows. 😜👍
They may well have been talking about us. LOL
Andy
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