Cricket In Verse

An Angel in Liverpool will be the only person who understands this poem. But that's my intent.





A bowler, a batsman, and a cricket bat
I'm learning a little and that's just that
You play on grass and bowl at a wicket
If the opposing team pouts you tell 'em to stick it

The bowler belongs to the fielding team
And hurls a ball by the leather seam
If the batsmans not out they run between wickets
And exchange positions with the non striker in cricket

Cricket it seems doesn't have cheerleaders,
And that's quite sad, because I had a few leaders.
One was a cheer for the MMU girl's team
And the other was for an Angel I met in a dream.

It's nice to have friends who are different than you
They can teach you about things you never knew
Like how to laugh, and listen, and be glad
Even when their flatmates think they are mad.

So this one’s for Angel, a girl I adore
She's sweet, and she's kind, and never a bore
I tell her with this poem that my friendship will last
Long after the cricket game fades in the past