An Almanac of Twelve Sports

Thank God who made the British Isles
And taught me how to play,
I do not worship crocodiles
Or bow the knee to clay!

Give me a willow wand and I,
With hide and cork and twine,
From century to century
Will gambol round my Shrine.

June.

Archery

The child of the Nineties considers with laughter
The maid whom his Sire in the sixties ran after,
While careering himself in pursuit of a girl whom
The Twenties will dub a "last century heir-loom."

July.

Coaching

The Pious Horse to church may trot.
A maid may work a man's salvation.
Four horses and a girl are not,
However, aids to reformation.

August.

Shooting

"Peace upon Earth, Goodwill to men!"
So greet we Christmas Day.
Oh Christian load your gun and then,
O Christian, out and slay!

September.

Golf

Why Golf is Art and Art is Golf
we have not far to seek —
So much depends upon the lie,
so much upon the cleek.

October.

Boxing

Read here the Moral roundly writ
For him that into battle goes —
Each soul that, hitting hard and hit,
Encounters gross or ghostly foes: —
Prince, blown by many overthrows
Half blind with shame, half choked with dirt
Man cannot tell but Allah knows
How much the other side was hurt!

November.

Skating

Over the ice she flies
Perfect and poised and fair —
Stars in my true-love's eyes
Teach me to do and to dare!

Now will I fly as she flies …
Woe for the stars that misled!
Stars that I saw in her eyes
Now do I see in my head!

December.

Now we must come away.
What are you out of pocket?
'Sorry to spoil your play,
But Somebody says we must pay —
And the candle's down to the socket —
Its horrible tallowy socket!