Club Poem

Club Members

Some come on a bicycle,

Some drive in a car,

Some come Southern Railway,

Cause the station is not too Far.

Some tend the flower borders,

Some make the cakes and tea,

Some plan the social events

to gain publicity

Some put on bowling footwear,

With easy threading laces,

Some have expanding waistbands,

While some rely on braces.

Some wear hats against the sun

Or in a shower of rain,

Some hats are old and crumpled,

But their owners don't complain.

Some Folks are tall and slender,

Some Folks are short and round,

Some will find it difficult,

Bending to reach the ground.

Some are young, some older,

We do not count the years,

Club Members all are happy,

When Bowling time appears.

 

Tessa Danes - July 2023