Bob Wilson Woolgoolga
I stood on the mat, a pack of nerves.
“It’s really no trouble-just work out the curves”.
I looked skywards-no help from up there –
“Just try your hardest and you will impress”.
I let it go but unfortunately no luck
It pineappled down the green and half way it stuck.
“Don’t worry-you’ve still got one more to make an impression”
This time it travelled truly, at a rather fast speed
And straight into the ditch it went – not a good lead!

As we crossed I detected a smile of derision
“Not much of a start for a game of precision”.
“Oh well I seem to be forever in strife
Particularly when your skip is your future wife”