DARTS FOR OLD FARTS
You know, it’s nice to play darts
with a mob of old farts
there’s a lot of bull,
but not on the board,
and the scores, well they ain’t much
but all we record
because if things get tense
they settle arguments.
when Ruben’s darts hit the floor
we let out a roar
and laughter, yes, there’s a bit of a ripple
as Merle decorates the wall with misthrown stipple.
Macca’s throws are all over the place
but he wins the odd game just to save face
Shady Lane – well, keen an eye on him
he’ll disarm you with his trusty grin
Colin, of course, is a very dark horse
tossing bulls with two-metre arms.
And grinning Gwyn with all his Welsh charms
while Roger the Wombat, the cheeky git
makes us chuckle with his double-edged wit
There's Tex Carmody the ex-publican
“haven’t played for years” but we know he can.
Yeah we’re a motley crew, us who play darts
but what do you expect from a bunch of old farts
© Ian McDougall 101115