Poem by Norman Rowland Gale

Rub It In

It's all very well
  For Reginald Dibbs,
Who hasn't been hit
  By a ball in the ribs
And one on the shin
  To shout, 'Rub it in!'

What cheek of R. Dibbs,
  Who, you know, is a sneak,
To scream to you there
  In his high treble squeak,
So strident and thin,
  'O Jones, rub it in!'

I wonder if Dibbs,
  When I punch him to-night,
Will think it was wise,
  Or thoughtful, or right,
To caper and grin,
  And yell, 'Rub it in!'

1. Cricket and Cupid
2. Up at Lords
3. The Church Cricketant
4. On the Spot
5. Dark Blue

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