A rectangular piste where you can play
On sand or grass, grit or clay
Tiny coch, a ring that’s true
A set of boules, three will do
Heads or tails, home or away
There’s triples, singles and doubles to play
All is ready, may your team play well
We all commence at the clang of the bell
Throw the coch between six metres and ten
Then toss a boule and let the game begin
Standing up straight or crouching low
Objective the same, throw Petanquer, throw
A shout of despair if your shot doesn’t hit
Good line, hard luck, left a bit
Oh so close; it might be ‘on’
But the angle can be a deception
Take out the measure
Bend down; the knees crack
Which boules are closer?
Who’s on the right track?
Games are close, they ebb and flow
Some shoot fast, others point slow
Baker’s dozen to win the game
Lose from 12-0 up, Oh what a shame
A competitive game or played for fun?
“Mugs away” – let’s not be out done
You can’t win them all but if you feel pain
Revenge is sweet ,so do try again
© Z T Zedd
This Poem & photos were supplied Zack who is a member of Chesterfield Petanque Club in Derbyshire. Thank you Zack for sharing your poem with all of us. For those who wish to read more of Zack’s poems you can find his book here on amazon
If there is anyone else out there who would like to share their creative writing with everyone please send anything (with photos) to Mark Bell at mark.bell@petanque-england.uk