Croquet Poem by Lee Fones

today i played croquet
croquet on the lawn
my ball it did stray
hitting someone who yawn

oh sonny Jim i must doth say
your ball it did struck me
i said sonny Jim noway
then smiled with much glee

we sat down eating prawn sarnie
drinking champagne Ola la
next-door thought we're barmy
particularly when i got lock jaw

we had pickled onions and crisps
Chris got so merrily drunk
Martel began to lisp
afternoon in pool we dunk

we'd a good laugh in the pool
having a proper good natter
we kept ourselves very cool
then came the kiddies patter

there shouting and squealing
shattered all quiet peace
it caused such ill feeling
my guests quickly did decrease