
OR “P” OFF WITH THE SKIP

Cartoon inspired by a poem sent to me by John Leitch called the wailing wall
They beat their breasts and cried out loud,
As they faced the northern wall,
Where the selectors had placed the team selections
On the notice board was their call.
There were some that swore and some that cried,
And some who stood and muttered
Some were proud, some were coy,
And others merely stuttered.
There were voices raised in anger,
Shrill screams split the air,
There were those who didn’t say a thing,
Because they really didn’t care.
“I wont play with him”, one said,
“He’s a bloody hopeless skip.”
And one who very quietly said,
“It’s time I took my trip.”
There were many self selections,
There were lots of “bloody hells!”
There weren’t very many
who said the Selectors had done well.
The players knew who should be there,
They knew who to pick,
Just ask them when you hear them say,
“That selector is a $$##@!.”
Each year the tears get deeper,
As on the floor they fall,
From those who stand in anguish
Before the wailing wall.

Thanks to John Leitch for his contribution to this cartoon in relation to a Country Bowls Club
COUNTRY RULE 37
Old George Jones of bowling fame
Was always quoting the “Laws of the Game”
But one day he failed me an answer to give
And I’ll never forget it as long as I live
An old jersey cow strolled onto the green
And dropped the biggest dollop I’ve ever seen
It was only a metre away from the jack
His bowl got stuck in it and he wanted it back
I said “You can’t have it, don’t be a fool …
If you touch that bowl you’ll be breaking a rule”
So he rushed to his bag and took out his book
Turned over the pages and had a good look
Then he said “There’s nothing in here to say,
that I can’t get my bowl and continue to play”
I said “Now listen George, and don’t cause a commotion,
Rule 37 says … you can’t interfere with a bowl that’s in motion”