That's a good Jack', says Pete, there's a mat at her feet
and they've all gathered around on the green.
With hands on her hips and grimacing lips she sighs.
'No, left! ', 'No, right!", '....and a little bit more', and 'that's perfect', they all decide.
Everyone nods and up comes number one, and the skip looks on from the side.
'Nice line', he says and scratches his head as Ruby come up off one knee.
We all stretch our necks and shout 'curl, curl, curl', as the guys hope it lands in the furrow.
Now it's you, number two, with a delicate shuffle Gill checks her wood for the bias.
A collective sigh as her hand leaves her thigh, 'it's good! Keep it up, we've got this! '
Laurie is up as Peter looks down and shows him just how wide.
'A good one, it's close', as the exhausted wood, slows down and lies on its side.
Who will win, we cannot say 'cause Daugie has yet to bowl.
We bite our lips, 'it hasn't got legs'
but Pete says, 'we'll have to measure'.
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