Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse

Mixed Hockey

You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;
The vision remains with me yet.
I hastened to check you: the sequel you know:
Alas! We unluckily met.
You rushed at the ball, whirling your stick like a flail,
And you hit with the vigour of two:
A Knight in his armour had surely turned pale,
If he had played hockey with you.
They gathered me up, and they took me to bed;

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