.. Thumbs Up ..

Fridays, Cup Final at Bowls club in Firth Park,

Plenty in watching making the odd remark,

Good wood lad, as it cuddles up to the jack,

Another point earned and a pat on the back,

Tha’s come up short, with that wood Fred,

A concerned look he turns scratching his head,

Mabel’s bowl just rolled off into gutter,

Too hard luv, I heard Ted mutter,

Int clubhouse they are selling Jude’s apple pie,

Better be quick if tha wants a piece to try,

All round green, they will sit on park benches,

For twenty pence a cup of tea will ease those thirst quenches,

Back to bowls, the game all square with one more end,

As down to bottom corner, does jack he send,

He has come up short, with his first wood,

Bill the away team captain usually very good,

Come on Harry; chance to get on top,

All the onlookers willing his bowl to stop,

Bill last bowl, and it has to be bang on,

He sends it thumb, but its way to long,

Harry sends his finger and it comes in from the left,

Top wood Harry, shouted vice Captain Geoff,

Quick shake of hands the scorecards are now totted up,

At last Firth Park winners, of Bowls league Cup.

johnsbucket