Wednesday, 10 April 2013

NOT CRICKET




The bowler stormed towards the crease
Ball in hand cocked high
Ready to unleash
His thunderbolt from the sky

The batsman at the other end
Impatient at the length of run,
His stumps, determined to defend,
Waited in the mid day sun.


The bowler tripped upon a clod
And crashed into the crease.
The ball bounced off a fallen log
Into some mating geese.

The batsman ran towards the stumps
To get the vital run
Saw the geese in passing
And ran off to get his gun.
  
Copyright Ben Corde 2012

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