Fellow Fumblers

FELLOW FUMBLERS!

Oh ye that are fumble-fisted!

Oh ye that can't catch a ball

Oh ye that dabble

In a little Scrabble

Or maybe nothing at all!

Oh ye that suffer embarrassment;

No-one wants you in their team!

You who're chosen last

Very much outclassed!

Ye who can only dream!

Oh ye that gird up your loins

Determined to play the game,

And who constantly miss

While others hiss!

Oh ye who are heaped with blame!

Hang on for a few brief decades!

Your day will come, you'll see;

When others moan

And howl and groan

You'll be arthritis-free!

Oh how their knees will trouble them!

Their shoulders how they'll throb!

With embrocation

They'll seek salvation,

But it wont do the job.

I, too, was so fumble-fisted

That I hung my head with shame.

I was the sort

Who failed at sport.

I never could play the game.

But now that I'm nearing eighty

And my knees are in excellent shape

I realise

I won the prize.

I had a great escape!

So hang on till you're eighty

And you too will live to see

That the last-laugh's ours!

We conserved our powers!

Lucky you! And lucky me!

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HOW COULD I RESIST?

'Stumbleupon' threw up this gem;

An American view of 'Us' and 'Them'.

'Number One' you've been voted!

The rest of us are just demoted!

Australians, the millions (twenty)

Are reduced to 'Kangaroos' (a'plenty!)

Write and tell me that this view

Honestly doesn't apply to YOU!