The Wailing Wall

July 13, 2009 by lawn bowls 

Lawn bowling is a sport that’s known for being a competitive yet relaxing and fun game. We stumbled upon this short little poem that sums up the whimsy of the game, as well as the many challenges that are sometimes faced on the green.

The Wailing Wall
They beat their breasts and cried out loud,
As they faced the northern wall,
Where the selectors had placed the team selections
On the notice board was their call.

There were some that swore and some that cried,
And some who stood and muttered
Some were proud, some were coy,
And others merely stuttered.

There were voices raised in anger,
Shrill screams split the air,
There were those who didn’t say a thing,
Because they really didn’t care.

“I wont play with him”, one said,
“He’s a bloody hopeless skip.”
And one who very quietly said,
“It’s time I took my trip.”

There were many self selections,
There were lots of “bloody hells!”
There weren’t very many
who said the Selectors had done well.

The players knew who should be there,
They knew who to pick,
Just ask them when you hear them say,
“That selector is a $$##@!.”

Each year the tears get deeper,
As on the floor they fall,
From those who stand in anguish
Before the wailing wall.

Thanks to the Vale Bowling Club for the cute poem about our favourite sport!

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