Sunday night haiku

The dartboard that Simon claimed he ‘got for Christmas a few years ago and then left in the cupboard’ actually had The White Horse Public House stamped on the back of it. I have a feeling it reached him not via Santa’s sack but at the end of a drunken night out. Beryl was disgusted. Apparently she did not ‘bring him up to steal ,and to lie.’
Something monumental happened in the course of our afternoon, so like all great historians, I shall report it in the style of poetry:

I beat Ted at darts!
After months of painful loss
Finally I win!!!!

RC 26-9-10