Some can Bowl, as smooth as silk.

While others of a different ilk,

rain blows upon the cringing Green,

results of which can then be seen.

Divots, like a golf course tee,

fly through the air for us to see.

While those who ‘scalp’, concentrate –

on aim and arc, the Jack to mate.

And so they never see grass fly –

from bowls, as birds, up in the sky!

And  we all cringe, this sight to see.

‘Why can’t they learn, to bowl like me?’

Please do not tell, those few who sin,

about the sods, their bowls may spin –

up in the air to then lay flat –

upon the green. Go fetch a mat!

I’m sure we all, can manage that.

 
 

David Garlick, Sidney, April, 2001