Tag Archives: Poetry
You feel it coming, see it coming, Know the little shuffle. By then the ball is in the air, You know that you’re in trouble. For Botham’s not a patient man, His arsenal is mixed, It might go flying past … Continue reading
Beneath familiar ashen skies, That gathered there to no surprise, To any halfway pre-trained eyes, Old Trafford played its part. It may have been in days of rain, As these two rivals drew again, This summer, entertainment reigned, And runs … Continue reading
I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’ve been somewhat preoccupied by the Nidahas Trophy recently, which came to a conclusion yesterday. This is the first deviation from test matches on here. It may be the last, it may not You’ll … Continue reading
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.