Tag Archives: Cricket Poetry
Bring me Pringle, With the ball, Bring me Botham, Bring him all, Here at Lord’s where we play, There should be some extra bounce, So you might get them out, And not have to bat tomorrow, That would help them, … Continue reading
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, … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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.
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading