I joined a bowls club last year and found myself enjoying the pastime.  I wrote the following 'poem' at the end of the season.   One of my first endeavours.

Autumn meant the end of the bowls season,
 A pastime, which, for many, has no reason.
 With it’s competitions, friendlies, and roll-ups.
 No! not a ciggie, opportunities for tune ups,
 Greens upon which friends, each try to outplay
 By...

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