County Level

Another wet weekend

Under an umbrella on the side-lines

You wreak havoc all around the court

And flick your opposite number the V sign

You turn and twist

And pivot and make a great assist

I love it to bits

You may never play for England

But I bet you could make it at county level

Your competitive streak

Carries on until halftime

I feel a curious sense of pride

As you barge the wing defence off the side

You rip the bib

Of a Stretch Armstrong girl

And you buzz about

You’re a whirlpool

You’re a sycamore seed

And you turn in the air

With strength and grace

You’re a precious metal

Another wet weekend

Where I cheerlead from the side-lines

I love how you make a non-contact sport

So fantastically unladylike

You spearhead another attack

Amazonians flat out on the tarmac

I tell you ‘When you play like that,

I bet you could make it at county level’