Polo Wives
Polo Wives - O Polo Wives
Ours are truly dreadful lives
We fly around from ground to ground
To try to keep their ponies sound
We sit and shiver in the stand
A precious stick in frozen hand
If ponies cost just slightly less
I might have had a nice warm dress.
Look - he's missed it - O dear me
Now he's hit the ponies knee
As none of them can hit the ball
I wonder why we're here at all.
A broken stick - I try to run,
"Not that you fool - a fifty one ! "
He says the Umpire should be shot
I'd like to shoot the flipping lot
The game is lost … they mostly are
The men have vanished to the bar
O pity us poor polo wives
We really lead most dreary lives
Reply;
We love you dearly, polo wives
It's due to you the game survives
So slog away and tend the fire
You'll get that dress …
When we retire!
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