poem on cricket game
The crowd assembles at a Test,
And Hobbs at length is fairly set,
Though Gregory rocks ‘em in with zest;
The barrackers may fume and fret
When Parkin has contrived to get
Five men of ours – we feel the sting,
And give expression to regret,
For cricket is a serious thing.
And Hobbs at length is fairly set,
Though Gregory rocks ‘em in with zest;
The barrackers may fume and fret
When Parkin has contrived to get
Five men of ours – we feel the sting,
And give expression to regret,
For cricket is a serious thing.
They have the lead; we would arrest
A sort of rot. No epithet
Is proper, though they’ve got our best
For next to nothing, and your bet
Is good as lost. Don’t sit and sweat;
Due reverence to the problem bring.
We have a pile of runs to net –
Ah, cricket is a serious thing.
A sort of rot. No epithet
Is proper, though they’ve got our best
For next to nothing, and your bet
Is good as lost. Don’t sit and sweat;
Due reverence to the problem bring.
We have a pile of runs to net –
Ah, cricket is a serious thing.
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I do not like cricket
I hate it when they make runs
I hate it when they remove a wicket
I would rather read while eating buns
On each and every street and road
Everybody will roar
Oh, can you please quickly tell me
How much did India score
When a visitor arrives
Whether he is tall or stout
He will beg to know
Whether Sachin is out
What I’m going to say
I’ll say with no pain
I only like cricket
When it starts to rain
this was my 400 answer
I hate it when they make runs
I hate it when they remove a wicket
I would rather read while eating buns
On each and every street and road
Everybody will roar
Oh, can you please quickly tell me
How much did India score
When a visitor arrives
Whether he is tall or stout
He will beg to know
Whether Sachin is out
What I’m going to say
I’ll say with no pain
I only like cricket
When it starts to rain
this was my 400 answer
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With frequent gibes are speeches met,
And measures which are of the best
Are themes for caustic humor yet.
E’en though the pulpiteer we fret
With sundry quiddities we fling,
We pray you never to forget
That cricket is a serious thing.