The Lawn Bowlers Blues
by David Lowden
My woods gather dust, my bag is not used
That’s why I’ve got
The Lawn Bowlers Blues!
The seasons so short from
May to September,
I already feel it’s hard to remember!
I miss the thrill of that clack
As the wood hits the jack
And you feel, oh so good,
When they all shout, ‘Shot Wood!’
The winter will seem long
And I will so miss the ‘green’
I will miss all the banter
From the rest of my team.
So roll on next summer
At the first match I’ll lose
The miserable feeling of
The Lawn Bowlers Blues!