SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
Ken and Brian have raked, rolled and sowed,
Paul and PJ have mowed and mowed,
Rogers kept an eye on the electric fence,
whilst the fox waits on in suspense.
Gill with her scones and Lynn with her cakes,
nothing so good as a few homemade bakes.
Marion with the raffle we all want to win,
John behind the bar with a bottle of gin.
Dave and Belinda prepare the food,
Gary pulls the pints to put us all in the mood.
The two Anne’s waiting in the wings,
Ros and Bryan looking after many things.
Ame’s works out all the match dates,
so we can all play a game with our mates.
Sam prepares the after match speeches,
he’s very good as he also teaches.
Sylvia represents the club at many a level,
but better watch out she’s a bit of a rebel.
Steve’s oiling his knees so he can bend to the floor,
Ready to mark the wining score.
Pam with her pink bowls never to be seen,
Unless Ken wants divets on the green.
And we must not forget the unsung members to,
A clap and a cheer for these hidden few.
But what has happened to that bowling green,
Not a click of the wood to be heard or seen.
The virus has come so we all stay away,
Waiting for that day that we can again play.
2020 will be the year we will always remember,
We didn’t start playing bowls until September?.
But we must not forget the most important man of all,
That is the competition judge and his name is Paul.
And to anyone else that I forgot,
Sorry I was starting to lose the Lockdown plot.