Our Wonderful Game.

Onto the lawn I went

To play another match,

Another match in the winter tournament.

I was playing Bob,

A man of many years,

Many years older than I.

We played and I played well,

I managed to beat him.

It was a good game

And we had some good shots,

Also humour as we played,

Played the game we both loved.

That is the wonder of our club,

Whether we win or lose

There is always joy,

Always joy and respect,

In this wonderful game of croquet,

This wonderful game we play.