I thought I'd write a little ditty, Though some of the rhymes are rather shi**y,
About the season they've just had, Finished 5th hey not bad.
The team is led by captain Coggin, Who really tries to use his noggin.
He swoops to stop the ball on the floor, Whoops there goes another 4.
Opening the batting Kev Fiddel, Gives the bowlers a day in hell,
Boyish looks and groomed fair hair, He almost hits it off the square.
Stuie Pack tall and strong, Hits the ball very long,
Thwack bang where has it gone, Straight to the man at deep mid on.
Windy Blackwell bat so straight, Never leaves an open gate,
Swing his bat and slog to cow, It's all a dream he wouldn't know how.
Radar likes to bowl and bat, Ears sticking out from under his hat,
Swings the bat and the ball might spin, Gets brought off oh what a din.
Then there's Dave known as Singhy, Struggles to catch as his palms are springy.
Takes bowlers on and rarely misses, Shame he cant strike like his Mrs.
Bob the younger or growbag to some, Stands so tall you face his bum,
Takes a wicket and doesn't shout, Unless he gets a special one out.
Stevie Bird hair coloured ginger, Just gets on he's not a whinger,
Stays out of the sun, hates the heat, How on earth do you burn your feet.
Cruwyzy likes a cricket stat, But not the one when he's had a bat,
Challenges his son to catch him up, Will take some years for the pup.
Wicketkeeper Pete can be harsh and curt, Not a game goes by when he doesn't get hurt,
Has some lows but mainly highs, What a nickname of 4 byes.
Sturat Oz or sometimes Buzz, Grows a beard but it's mainly fuzz,
Smacks the ball to win the cracked tile, Sorry mate behind Packy by a mile.
Chairman Bob a portly chap, Greets you all and doffs his cap,
Dives for the ball and lands with a thud, Excellent padding all the Bud
There are others who have played a part, Who've survived this bit as I have a heart,
Don't wipe your brow and whisper phew, As you'll all probably feature in part two!!!!!
Its time to go so I'll take a bow
Be careful love the Sh-a-adow
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Presentation night was a grand event
In a marquee not a tent
The food was great, very grand
We even had our own boy band
On drums we had Georgie Sydes
Sits at the back and always hides
Bangs the drums with style and flair
Shame about his thinning hair
To start the dancing we had Pete and Jo
Obviously not fast but very slow
Wedding Day nearly here
All at Thorley send you a big big cheer
MC Cork was up for a dance
Win strictly? not a chance
The twist the jive all were feeble
Best you stick to the favoured needle
Young Wes was thirsty - he had a few
Stood at the bar didn't take a pew
Drank and drank but wasn't sick
Then slept it off with uncle Mick
Trophies were given and prizes won
Mostly by fathers and their son
For one there was the best of all
Sydesy had a nice little wind fall
Lets hope we do this all again
Nothing to lose but lots to gain
The seasons over, finished on a high
So I'll say a fond goodbye
I'm sure over winter there'll be a meeting
Not at the club....no central heating
A chance to chat and reminisce
Or more likely to take the p**s
Once again I'll take a bow
Love you all the Sh-a-adow
| A Christmass Message from the Sh-a-Adow |
It is the time of year when we all decide to;
Think kind thoughts and be generous
Allow the kids to eat more chocolate
Let them stay up later than usual
Keep people fed and watered
Bang on about losing weight
Over indulge instead
Leave the washing up to the Mrs
Leave the house when she shouts
Order a takeaway as bored of turkey
Chat to relatives we don't really like
Keep in touch with distant friends
Snooze at every opportunity
Merry Xmas to you all love the sh-a-adow |
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