THE GAME OF CRICKET
A fine game of cricket is a jolly good show,
Its off to the local cricket club you happily go
For a tanner you could sit on low seats instead of the mud
And every kid hoped a fast six would hit the willow wood.
To some the game is rather slow and even called a big bore,
Some may nod off open their eyes to see the score
But if the bowler sends the wickets all over the place
There are sedate claps and cheers and a smile on many a face.
One poor player may be booed because he got a duck ,
The mid-off caught it with a high jump, what bad luck,
He could have hit a three with a swipe like that
So bring the other fellow to have a turn facing bat.
There was a junior team learning, just to have fun,
All the rules and regulations taught, the right way to run.
I signed up, me a girl! and how all the boys did scoff,
Until the coach tested me and gave me a me Silly Mid-off
You really have to be crazy to get that close to the bat,
Also Silly Mid-on, you could easily knocked down flat,
No fancy gloves to aid the hand and stop the great hurt,
Just a pair of soft hands so with pain you did flirt.
Two girls in the team, I was fourth at bat to have a swing
And if we were on the score board I would really let swing
At the Silly Mid-off and most time it worked quite well
But if the ball was caught by bare hands it hurt I could tell.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 31, 2005