There Once Was A Match At Lahore

The teams had moved onto Lahore,
And Pakistan opened the door,
For Zaheer and Imran,
Out went Rizwan uz Zaman,
And they played twice as well as before.

The first innings Imran took eight,
Just Dias not taking his bait,
To get up to a ton,
When his team-mates had gone,
Making De Mel’s resistance too late.

And then Pakistan piled on the runs,
Both Mohsin and Zaheer got tons,
The scored plenty enough,
That Sri Lanka were stuffed,
And then Imran ripped through them for fun.

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You Cannot.

You cannot bowl there to Greg Chappell,
To anywhere up near his hips,
He’ll hook for four quick as lightning,
Or smash by midwicket for six.

You can’t bowl that full to Greg Chappell,
Just keep it away from his feet,
He’ll drive you, or sweep to the boundary,
Or smash you straight into the seats.

New Zealand bowled there to Greg Chappell,
And Chappell did what he does best,
New Zealand bowled there to Greg Chappell,
And got walloped right out of the test.

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Wettimuny the First

Wettimuny the opener,
Wettimuny the leech,
Wettimuny the sweeper,
Who played within reach.

Wettimuny the grinder,
Wettimuny Herculean,
Wettimuny is hist’ry,
A first centurion.

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Richard Hadlee Interloped

I wanted to make this one a little jarring – went with three lines per stanza that always feel like they should have a fourth. They don’t.

As Edgar bats for chanceless hours,
The Aussie bowlers lose their power,
And wilt like underwatered flowers.

He scores his runs with time, and care,
Is more concerned with staying there,
While Coney adds his decent share.

It puts the Aussies on the ropes,
Then Graeme Wood ignited their hopes,
’til Richard Hadlee interloped.

Edgar’s second dig was just as chilly,
All poise, and calm, and nothing silly,
Until he chipped to Dennis Lillee.

Hadlee scored the winning runs,
That man could never be outdone,
A six (of course), New Zealand won.

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Panic In Karachi

Panic in Karachi,
In the stands more than the field,
Saw Pakistan victorious,
And Sri Lanka slowly yield.

A ton for Saleem Malik,
Watchful and pensive throughout,
Put on 150 with Javed,
And the match beyond any doubt.

Sri Lanka collapsed though slowly,
And most of them batted for ten,
They lacked in the end resilience,
As they slumped to defeat again.

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Wet Green Basin

New Zealand’s grounds are beautiful,
We’re told time and again,
They’re set in hills, and often look,
The nicest in the game.

The country itself is lush and green,
And like all who make that claim,
The greenness may be pretty,
But its there because of rain.

It rained upon Australia,
It rained the first four days,
Each time they tried to make a match,
Each time they barely played.

The last day saw some cricket,
Too little, then, too late,
The highlight if there could be one,
Was Howarth’s 58.

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Sri Lanka Makes Eight

Welcome, Sri Lanka, the eighth test side,
Let’s see what you bring to the the game,
A team of De Silvas, of Mendis, de Mel,
Of soon to be world renowned names.

An early stumble, and fight back too,
Day one ended pretty much level,
But England looked brighter the following day
(Until De Mel took three off just seven)

Collapses kept coming, or mini collapses,
The spinners had only to wait,
Emburey, Underwood, slicing Sri Lanka,
Taking seven wickets for eight.

Needing 171, and soon Cook was gone,
Tavare and Gooch built an innings,
Then Gower took over and guided them home,
They were playing, Sri Lanka, not winning.

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