Brighton Beamers Cricket Club

A grey old Beamer, body wracked Whose season hasn't started Is writing down the bare true fact, His wisdom thus imparted. It reads as though it's started well The Beamers' cricket season, Both games've been good, as I've heard tell, Of course, I know the reason- A little adding up will show; Of years we have a'plenty It's not a club in embryo, Average? Well, come on boys, as far as I can count it's a damn site more than twenty. Just look around you as you stand: What a salmagundi! And now count up the summers spanned On any chosen Sunday. We wear the opposition down With actions wise and knowing. Those wrinkles don't convey a frown, Just years of overthrowing. So all you Beamers! List ye well! And do not be out caught. Please do remember most of all: Profundity of thought! Yes, that's the way to win a game, Experience and skill! Without those years it's ne'er the same, So come on Beamers! Thrill! (c) Hugh P (From the archive circa 2002)