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Poet's Corner

Our members and readers have a range of talents, from Cakes to Carpentry and we encourage everyone to contribute because we are a community.  In fact Sister Slegde summed it up best with their song *"We Are Family" written on 22 January 1979 - if you can't remember the song listen to the video clip below. I think it should become the Club Anthem!

Rob Raine, Secretary

However talking of talent, here is our latest contribution to Poet's Corner

The Problem with Bowls
I love my bowls indoors or out,
But one thing will always catch me out.
I try so hard to win each game.
Sorry What was your name again?

Each game starts with a shake of hands
I’m Les this is John and these are Anns 
But before you start to take your aim
Sorry What was your name? 

I start each end with great intentions,
To take note of names while they are mentioned.
I search their tops, alas no name.
Sorry What was your name again?

In triples, I think I have a chance.
Just 3 names to enhance.
Just 2 ends gone it’s such a shame,
Sorry What was your name again?

It can’t be hard, I should relate
I know my first car’s number plate.
Jenny or Jill, Jan or Jane,
Sorry What was your name again?

I’m Pleased some games to play at skip.
Only one name, can’t let that slip.
But for some reason I can’t explain.
Sorry What was your name again?

Sometimes some luck comes my way.
Someone I know has made my day.
A grey cloud forms inside my brain.
Sorry What was your name again?

I now have come to one conclusion.
My brains too old  -  full of confusion.
At least I don’t say after the game
What the hell is MY name again?


Les Merryweather


How to Choose Your Bowls

You can choose the bowls that's right for you, 
Black or coloured, you select the hue.
Speckled, striped, you have your pick,
Emblem selection, grip - narrow or thick.
Size comes next, what fits your hand?
It's up to you - just make a stand.
Straight or swingy, the choice is yours,
Narrow woods banned? - the debate just bores!!
All woods have their limitations,
They're not manufacturers divine creations.
Skill in delivery is the certain key,
So let us be thankful for variety.
Swing is not superior to straight,
The game is won by line AND weight !!


Angela Clark

We Are Family - EBC Club Anthem

Another Spring Holiday

Another spring Holiday raised its head,
Lyn took on the break instead.
Would it be Cyprus or super sunny Thailand
No. It was a week in Hayling Island.

Lyn then set about making it real
And demanded a sensational deal.
We’re off to Warner’s, bowls in hand,
To England’s south coast wonderland.

Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting Keith with his dog Lola walking in Avery Hill Park.

He kindly sent this poet for members to read........


Poised for take-off, an off-duty Hermes is set like a
ski-jumper to swoop down his eye-pleasing quarter-mile
of greensward slopes from atop the Winter Garden at
Avery Hill Park, to the pathway and road below.

From his hospitable hilltop eyrie the Secret Cafe gazes
in majestic approval at his Oxleas Meadow domain; his
quarter-mile vista of recreational green space rolling
imposingly down to the pathway and road below.

Each a gratuitous civic amenity
administering infusions of serenity,
letting the joy of living feelings flow ...

Keith Good