Blue and Red, Black Yellow White Green,
the season’s gone - where have we all been?
In the dappled splendour of PG’s sylvan glades,
on Andrew’s torrid slopes where even the best shot fades,
on Shepherd’s rolling lawns, with hoops some wide, some mean.
We’ve mostly missed the Summer’s rain
and if we’ve never quite finished a game
it’s because of those cakes and tea,
or was it the G&T?
Who knows why we came!
Our hosts have been both generous and kind;
we could be late - they didn’t mind.
They split us into pairs,
ill-suited but who cares.
We just needed the sport to unwind.
So our thanks to Peter, Andrew and to Peter,
and to Elisabeth, Lorraine and to Heather;
the layoff has now begun,
no more wicked lawn-based fun
until we are all back together.