Charging down the field, alert, my mallet raised to strike
Head turned left and right to hold position
The Ball was bouncing just ahead – you know what that looks like –
I spun my stick with practiced skill and struck it with ambition!
It arc-ed right through the air in style, my pony racing fast
We cantered, leading all my team to goal
But out from nowhere, came my foe, his stallion pushed past
And whacked the same ball down the field he stole!
I turned around, as did my steed and followed in pursuit
As anger pushed defence into attack
And catching up I caught his stick, and held it, striking mute
While team-mates followed up and hit it back!
I turned again, a long wide loop to clear my steed from harm
And followed in the snaking line of dust
The ball was missed from left and right, I tried to stay quite calm
And struck it towards goal with all my lust!
The whistle blew and off we went to change our tired mounts
It’s hard to stop and start and change in time
And playing chess return to where the macho action counts
such hockey on a horse – I’ll bet my handicap will climb!
And into battle, with a hit and pass to number One
who’s out in front to take the ball and score
A win today would be superb and add to all the fun
That’s what the sport of Kings is for!