We played in the tournament,
Two old fogies.
We won some games
And got through,
Got to the semi finals.
We hit the balls all over
And hit them through the hoops,
And beat them,
Beat them on the last hoop,
We were in the finals.
We played and were losing,
Losing badly,.
But then our luck changed
And we drew up to them
And became equal
We then had the last hoop,
And through that hoop
I put a ball,
Our ball
And we had won,
We had won the championship,
Won the doubles.
Bob and I were so pleased
We just could not believe it,
But we had won,
Two old fogies had won the doubles.
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- Published: July 30th, 2025 01:00
- Comment from author about the poem: I am nearly eighty and Bob was in his eighties and we won the croquet club doubles tournament
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Comments7
Good write Fogey, erm Gold. lol.
Thank you Orchi.
Congratulations! Guess in tournaments they don't engage in "poison," do they? I always hated that part when the seeming winner returned as "poison" to destroy the hopes of the rest. Beautiful and charmingly rendered with excellent imagery and a sweet poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for your kind words CM.
Andy
Congratulations for the win and the poem that carried the reader through to the end. Nicely done Andy
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Victory day for the oldies , just need the parade now, enjoyed the read
Yes Tobani, unfortunately no parade but we got a bottle od wine each. LOL. Thank you.
Andy
Better than nothing, you are very welcome
Good write, Andy. It is so sweet when that happens.
Thank you Jerry, yes is is.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
You're welcome
I'd say that when you put two old fogies together they are a force to be reckoned with. Congratulations!!
We certainly were Bella, thank you.
Andy
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