Running around a field in Northumberland made Arran Stephenson go all poetic.
As the club was competing all over the globe.
Be that Spain, Northumberland or closer to home.
A gang of boys and girls from Pont,
went to a field in Druridge for a gallop and trot.
As the rain fell from the sky, discussions about spikes and grass
Led many to change their footwear
as to hopefully stop falling on their ass.
The teams smiled gleefully,
as the whistle sounded ominously
Two or three laps of up and down, and up
Lead other clubs to scream “that’s enough.”
But not our brave lases and lads from Pont!
The pressure of cooking was too much for some,
as many brought buns from Tesco,
we agreed that Claire makes the best cake,
which went swiftly from muddy hand, into face.
Esme was first Pont across the tape
quickly followed by Mrs H, first name Grace
With young Matthew Levision proving good blood lines
and Ray Smedley avoiding a fine,
by making sure his number was visibly on display
on his thermal and club top, with some questioning “is that the man from Milk Tray?”
We all had fun I am sure, be that newbie, oldie or Chairman Dave
Who decided sit on a chair, to wave!
Hopefully we are still top of the league
So home for a hot shower and cup of tea.
Then on to Arkley
“Come on Pon—te-land!”
(I’m sorry, please don’t judge me on my rhythm and verse)