I hear that in a land of old
Disaster’s struck the green and gold
A two-Test flogging, so I’m told
Don’t look at me to facts unfold
I will not mention the cricket.
You cannot make me, I’ll resist
No matter how much you persist
This issue, it does not exist
So, even if I’m fall-down p*ssed,
I will not mention the cricket.
There’s other things to dwell upon –
Kurt Fearnley’s New York marathon
Our Dan’s first year in Formula One
Nick Kyrgios, our rising son —
So why would I mention the cricket?
The Wanderers’s epic Asia win
The Kangaroos by hair of chin
Our Wallabies can even grin
About those things I’ll make a din
But I will not mention the cricket.
It’s our first loss to Pakistan
In twenty years, since time began
Since Keating Paul the country ran
Things really haven’t gone to plan
So of course I won’t mention the cricket.
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The first Test was a record drubbing
The next an even bigger clubbing
Dave Warner’s wicket-keeper subbing
Had us all our eyeballs rubbing
Don’t ask me to mention the cricket.
Clarkey moved his field about
To try to stop the Paki rout
His efforts sadly came to nowt
If Boof had hair, he’d pull it out
So let’s not mention the cricket.
We needed fours, we needed tons
We needed umpire bribing funds
Instead we played like Catholic nuns
Five wickets lost for just eight runs
No way will I mention the cricket.
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Now Allan Border, such a grump,
Is after Clarkey’s middle stump
Chappelli’s also had a dump
There’s the soapbox, up you jump,
For I won’t mention the cricket.
There’s wringing hands and gnashing teeth
They’re laying a symbolic wreath
We’re in a state of disbelief
Paralysed with shock and grief
But I’ll not mention the cricket.
It could be worse, I hear you say,
The Windies, they won’t even play
The English too in disarray
Because KP won’t go away
Still, I’m not gonna mention the cricket.
And now my ode must here conclude
I’ve much enjoyed this interlude
I hope you do not think me rude
That I, in verse, did not include
One single mention of the cricket.
With apologies to Dylan Thomas, hope you never stop writing, writing for this good fight!
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Indeed Anna, I will not go gentle into that good night. Or anywhere really… Thanks, as always.
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Banjo Boalchy
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In my dreams, Matt, but thank you!
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Reblogged this on N O W! In Sport and commented:
A very clever poem from a very clever writer!
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Thanks Joe. You’re very kind.
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You must be kidding?? That’s just amazing!
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Glad you liked it!
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Bloody brilliant!!!
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Thanks Kelli – was fun to write!
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