Darts Poem by DM W

Darts



Once it was spit and sawdust;
Now it's champagne and stardust.
Once it was a paltry pub sport;
Now it packs out huge arenas.
Once it was about averaging 90;
Now it's a smattering of 9 darters.
Once it was the butt of jokes;
Now it's a cool, soaring sport.
Once it was dropped by the barmy BBC;
Now it certainly thrives on starry eyed Sky!

Darts
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sports
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