His five-year-old nephew wanted
To caddy for him on his Golf round
“You have to count my strokes,
So, your counting has
to be sound”
The Uncle explained, then asked
“How much is six, plus nine?”
“Five,” answered the nephew.
The Uncle said, “Ok that’s fine”
I’m a very courageous Golfer,
At least in my view
Because it takes a lot
of balls
To Golf the way, I do
As the bowler bears down
The crowd can readily
sense
The batsman’s
discomfiture
And smell the fear as
the
Bowler releases his
fast ball
And rearranges the
furniture
On the wicket at Lords
Is there any finer sight
Than the sun shining
On a bowler in full
flight
Diago Maradona collapsed after
Watching the Argentinian team
And medics then found a quantity
Of blood in his cocaine stream
Having the most possession
In a match, doesn’t
really count
If the opposing team
doesn’t want
The football on any
account
The old England are back,
I don’t know where
they’ve bin’
But from a position of
strength
They fucked up agin’
They’ve managed to
lose,
Very much to their
chagrin,
To a weak Belgium
team,
Who didn’t even want
to win
I know little about St Andrew
Other than a shared
name
With a famous Golf
course
So, he must have liked
a game
Our star sprinter is not a looker
But that doesn’t
bother us
We still cheer him to
the rafters
But we do call him
Fastidious
Foghorn Leghorn left
The basketball court
Wearing a scowl
Because he
misunderstood
When he heard
The ref blew a foul
The president of Chess Club
Was toying with his bishop
Then his mum walked in
And told him he had to stop
