C Boomer
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LovelyWonder how you manage to churn out one after another like a machine.
Lol...maybe too much time on my hands Davoo??
C Boomer's Cricket Poetry.
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Lol...maybe too much time on my hands Davoo??
C Boomer
Club Captain
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To top off a great week for me personally, hitting form at long last and scoring 51 not out for Victoria 3rds ( Lurgan, Co.Armagh ) last week and then bagging a couple of wickets, helping our side to a much needed victory, I now pose the question....
Why would anyone want to fly or sail away to foreign destination, when all the fun and laughter is right on your own doorstep ?
A Perfect Holiday !
They say a relaxing vacation, to a far off, exotic location
will chase those blues away.
Roasting daily in the sun, till you're baked and overdone,
for many, is a worthwhile holiday!
Or perhaps a foreign cruise, is even better news
to boost that flagging drive?
Indeed what could be finer, onboard an ocean liner,
watching playful dolphins, leap and dive?
Yes, no doubt it is pleasure, to recreate at leisure
on golden sands or becalming, deep blue sea.
But what if I get badly burned, or seasick and interned?
Alas, neither destination is for me!
So I've conceived a master plan, I'm renaissance man
to fill my summer days with blissful glee.
Guaranteed, cheerful fun, neath a temperate sun,
and all are very welcome, to this jamboree!
Dressed in white glad rags, my kit in zipped up bags
I'm setting off to join a merry throng.
For my golden holiday ticket, is spent playing cricket,
why don't you pack your case and come along?
Northern Cricket Union
Why would anyone want to fly or sail away to foreign destination, when all the fun and laughter is right on your own doorstep ?
A Perfect Holiday !
They say a relaxing vacation, to a far off, exotic location
will chase those blues away.
Roasting daily in the sun, till you're baked and overdone,
for many, is a worthwhile holiday!
Or perhaps a foreign cruise, is even better news
to boost that flagging drive?
Indeed what could be finer, onboard an ocean liner,
watching playful dolphins, leap and dive?
Yes, no doubt it is pleasure, to recreate at leisure
on golden sands or becalming, deep blue sea.
But what if I get badly burned, or seasick and interned?
Alas, neither destination is for me!
So I've conceived a master plan, I'm renaissance man
to fill my summer days with blissful glee.
Guaranteed, cheerful fun, neath a temperate sun,
and all are very welcome, to this jamboree!
Dressed in white glad rags, my kit in zipped up bags
I'm setting off to join a merry throng.
For my golden holiday ticket, is spent playing cricket,
why don't you pack your case and come along?
Northern Cricket Union
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Perhaps your cricket club started out this way ?
The Mayor of Kilgore
In the bygone era of shire horse and steam
when erstwhile men still followed the plough,
for working class folk, life was no idyllic dream
hard labour or starve, in contrast to the here and the now
The town of Kilgore an industrious place
linen and turf, the main produce and trade,
its workforce toiled daily at an unyielding pace,
united in pride by their skill with shuttle and spade
The Mayor of the town an affable peer
valued greatly, the effort his citizens gave,
he encouraged them all with relevant cheer
as the annual town taxes, he'd gratefully waive
But work without play, makes Jack and Jill rather dull
so this innovative man, requisitioned some land,
realising, that to maximise productivity and avoid lull
recreation lifts morale, which indirectly helps business expand
So hence the inception of Kilgore Cricket Club
a venue where townspeople would meet after work,
to play, spectate and fraternise at this new social hub,
even the Mayor a regular patron, chaperoned by his clerk
They entered a first eleven into the county league
hardy men from the community united in cause,
and despite some initial derision and combat fatigue,
Kilgore soon became proficient at the game, it's spirit and laws
By the following summer like cream, they'd reached the top
admired the county over, filling grounds home or away,
in each discipline, their players the pick of the crop
capturing the league title, such was their fine style of play
But jealously distinguishes not, betwixt commoner or lord
so when Kilgore made the final of the Varsity cup,
Upton Old Boys the opposition, aware of potential discord
hired a few professional players, to avoid any embarrassing slip up
Crowds thronged to the stadium, gentlemen and dames
as the sun chased the clouds like an observant sentry,
and though certain chaps were playing under stage names
who would suspect misdemeanour, from respected gentry?
Upton chose to bat first, their skipper called the toss
having scant regard of Kilgore's ability to inflict a rout,
what could possibly go wrong, against lower class dross?
But those of arrogant disposition, often acquire a bloody snout
It started well for their batsmen, Upton's two skilful ringers
nonchalantly striking the ball to applause and cheers of approval,
but a change to a bowler, more adept at in and out swingers,
dismissed both, then what followed was sheer wholesale removal
After a calamitous collapse, tea, though Upton still optimistic
as chasing such a paltry total, would be no stroll in the park,
for within their ranks, a charlatan who bowled ballistic
and with victory secured, none would suspect duplicity or pass remark
Just as Kilgore's one and two, strolled out to the middle
in a nearby cottier's cottage lay dying, Patsy McSwiggan,
an old turf cutter and character, who enjoyed playing the fiddle,
his heart now weary from long years, spent lifting and digging
As a good pastor and family circle, solemnly stood by his bed
outdoors a paperboy yelled, " read all about an unlikely upset,"
then instantly up jumped the old navvy and exuberantly said,
"Please excuse me, I'm off to the bookmakers to place a bet
By now Kilgore's brave batsmen had their teeth firmly sunk in
like tenacious bullterriers, whose bloodlines are meticulously bred,
they countered the onslaught, ball after ball rearing up at their chin
by ruthlessly dispatching it, back over the bowler's head!
As the bowlers and fielders capitulated and crumbled in tow
Upton's chairman and committee panel, sat by the pavilion,
tendered their resignations, coinciding with the final, victorious blow
and Kilgore's proud Mayor raised the cup, attired in official vermillion
Despite Upton prevarication, speculation and rumour ran rife
the vanquished finalists had dug deep at immense financial cost,
by recruiting outside assistance, then fell on their own knife
as their mercenary players could not compete and so they lost
The victory celebrations lasted long into the wee small hours
many more joined the party, including a healthier, wealthier Patsy McSwiggan
for the spirit of working folk, knocked the toffs from their ivory towers
and to Patsy's fine fiddling they brought the cup to Kilgore, still singin'and jiggin'!
The Mayor of Kilgore
In the bygone era of shire horse and steam
when erstwhile men still followed the plough,
for working class folk, life was no idyllic dream
hard labour or starve, in contrast to the here and the now
The town of Kilgore an industrious place
linen and turf, the main produce and trade,
its workforce toiled daily at an unyielding pace,
united in pride by their skill with shuttle and spade
The Mayor of the town an affable peer
valued greatly, the effort his citizens gave,
he encouraged them all with relevant cheer
as the annual town taxes, he'd gratefully waive
But work without play, makes Jack and Jill rather dull
so this innovative man, requisitioned some land,
realising, that to maximise productivity and avoid lull
recreation lifts morale, which indirectly helps business expand
So hence the inception of Kilgore Cricket Club
a venue where townspeople would meet after work,
to play, spectate and fraternise at this new social hub,
even the Mayor a regular patron, chaperoned by his clerk
They entered a first eleven into the county league
hardy men from the community united in cause,
and despite some initial derision and combat fatigue,
Kilgore soon became proficient at the game, it's spirit and laws
By the following summer like cream, they'd reached the top
admired the county over, filling grounds home or away,
in each discipline, their players the pick of the crop
capturing the league title, such was their fine style of play
But jealously distinguishes not, betwixt commoner or lord
so when Kilgore made the final of the Varsity cup,
Upton Old Boys the opposition, aware of potential discord
hired a few professional players, to avoid any embarrassing slip up
Crowds thronged to the stadium, gentlemen and dames
as the sun chased the clouds like an observant sentry,
and though certain chaps were playing under stage names
who would suspect misdemeanour, from respected gentry?
Upton chose to bat first, their skipper called the toss
having scant regard of Kilgore's ability to inflict a rout,
what could possibly go wrong, against lower class dross?
But those of arrogant disposition, often acquire a bloody snout
It started well for their batsmen, Upton's two skilful ringers
nonchalantly striking the ball to applause and cheers of approval,
but a change to a bowler, more adept at in and out swingers,
dismissed both, then what followed was sheer wholesale removal
After a calamitous collapse, tea, though Upton still optimistic
as chasing such a paltry total, would be no stroll in the park,
for within their ranks, a charlatan who bowled ballistic
and with victory secured, none would suspect duplicity or pass remark
Just as Kilgore's one and two, strolled out to the middle
in a nearby cottier's cottage lay dying, Patsy McSwiggan,
an old turf cutter and character, who enjoyed playing the fiddle,
his heart now weary from long years, spent lifting and digging
As a good pastor and family circle, solemnly stood by his bed
outdoors a paperboy yelled, " read all about an unlikely upset,"
then instantly up jumped the old navvy and exuberantly said,
"Please excuse me, I'm off to the bookmakers to place a bet
By now Kilgore's brave batsmen had their teeth firmly sunk in
like tenacious bullterriers, whose bloodlines are meticulously bred,
they countered the onslaught, ball after ball rearing up at their chin
by ruthlessly dispatching it, back over the bowler's head!
As the bowlers and fielders capitulated and crumbled in tow
Upton's chairman and committee panel, sat by the pavilion,
tendered their resignations, coinciding with the final, victorious blow
and Kilgore's proud Mayor raised the cup, attired in official vermillion
Despite Upton prevarication, speculation and rumour ran rife
the vanquished finalists had dug deep at immense financial cost,
by recruiting outside assistance, then fell on their own knife
as their mercenary players could not compete and so they lost
The victory celebrations lasted long into the wee small hours
many more joined the party, including a healthier, wealthier Patsy McSwiggan
for the spirit of working folk, knocked the toffs from their ivory towers
and to Patsy's fine fiddling they brought the cup to Kilgore, still singin'and jiggin'!
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Told this one to the crowd at our end of season awards dinner Saturday evening just past and it got a bit of laugh, except for just one lovely lady in the audience who did not seem amused but then she knows I'm only kidding.... ( I hope ) ?
Jeepers Creepers !
Halloween is drawing near, I hope it's not as terrifying as last year,
so many ghosts & ghouls came to my door, trick or treat their implore!
First Frankenstein tall and green, felt sorry for him, know what I mean?
Next Dracula scenting blood, but he’s just an amorous old stud
A werewolf knocked awful hairy, made me smile not that scary,
a caller claiming to be the Ripper, looked just like our friendly cricket skipper
A zombie pretending to be the living dead, did not fill me full of dread,
and several ghosts dressed in white, had me chuckling such a sight
The invisible man made me grin, I easily saw straight through him,
to each and every one I gave a treat, after all, even a ghoul likes a sweet
My final visitor a wicked witch, laughed so much I took a stitch
then she pulled off her mask and I got the fright of my life...
"Jeepers Creepers" it was the wife!
Jeepers Creepers !
Halloween is drawing near, I hope it's not as terrifying as last year,
so many ghosts & ghouls came to my door, trick or treat their implore!
First Frankenstein tall and green, felt sorry for him, know what I mean?
Next Dracula scenting blood, but he’s just an amorous old stud
A werewolf knocked awful hairy, made me smile not that scary,
a caller claiming to be the Ripper, looked just like our friendly cricket skipper
A zombie pretending to be the living dead, did not fill me full of dread,
and several ghosts dressed in white, had me chuckling such a sight
The invisible man made me grin, I easily saw straight through him,
to each and every one I gave a treat, after all, even a ghoul likes a sweet
My final visitor a wicked witch, laughed so much I took a stitch
then she pulled off her mask and I got the fright of my life...
"Jeepers Creepers" it was the wife!
C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Tomorrow is promised to none
During a recent match our own pro bowled his allotted 6 overs straight through, conceding not that many and capturing a couple of wickets in the process.
Not a feat that will go down in the annals of cricket lore and indeed, he was critical of his own efforts in that he had bowled one wide and a couple had pitched leg side, allowing the batsman a relatively easy scoring opportunity.
Still, I thought to myself, not a bad return for a man who will soon be celebrating his 78th birthday.....
The Doctor's Letter
Though never better, I received a doctor's letter
requesting a visit routine,
puzzled all the same, regarding it's aim
to the surgery, I did convene
Reporting at reception, I was accused of deception
"you're not listed here," a lady remarked,
"this cannot be, here's a letter from my GP
though no regular caller," I barked
"Well my good fella, I'll have to go to the cellar"
the secretary grumpily said,
after one hour, she returned even more sour
holding a tattered folder of red
"Now sir please listen, you're not on our system
but it's clear from this old file,
although certainly latent, you once were a patient
so Dr Barker will see you, in a short while"
Whilst sat outside his room, I grew aware of the gloom
as folk waited to be seen,
transfixed to mobile phones, like listless drones,
awaiting a pardon from the queen
In turn, each through the door, then back out as before
still calling and texting,
clutching paper prescriptions, for various afflictions
a due process, I found rather vexing
Soon my turn, to meet the doctor looking stern
weary of the daily regime,
but he broke into a smile, noting the name on the file
"come in, sit down, I want to come clean
I personally looked you up, from your name on a cup
my grandfather kept in his study,
he was once your GP, and I further decree
a past teammate and buddy
He often spoke of your strong-will and athletic skill
combined, to defeat any foe,
yet down through the years, despite blood, sweat and tears
to his general practice, you'd never go
Now forty years on, how can you go so long
without ever a sick day,
regularly seen, out on the village green,
still playing and plugging away? "
"Now young Dr Barker, let me put down a marker
as to why, I remain free of all ills,
play the game hard but fair, with gusto and flare,
to negate the need for any pills
Always bat straight, to narrow the gate
and bowl to the sweat drips from your brow,
for the simple trick to it, is to keep playing cricket
so I'll see you again, in another forty years from now "
During a recent match our own pro bowled his allotted 6 overs straight through, conceding not that many and capturing a couple of wickets in the process.
Not a feat that will go down in the annals of cricket lore and indeed, he was critical of his own efforts in that he had bowled one wide and a couple had pitched leg side, allowing the batsman a relatively easy scoring opportunity.
Still, I thought to myself, not a bad return for a man who will soon be celebrating his 78th birthday.....
The Doctor's Letter
Though never better, I received a doctor's letter
requesting a visit routine,
puzzled all the same, regarding it's aim
to the surgery, I did convene
Reporting at reception, I was accused of deception
"you're not listed here," a lady remarked,
"this cannot be, here's a letter from my GP
though no regular caller," I barked
"Well my good fella, I'll have to go to the cellar"
the secretary grumpily said,
after one hour, she returned even more sour
holding a tattered folder of red
"Now sir please listen, you're not on our system
but it's clear from this old file,
although certainly latent, you once were a patient
so Dr Barker will see you, in a short while"
Whilst sat outside his room, I grew aware of the gloom
as folk waited to be seen,
transfixed to mobile phones, like listless drones,
awaiting a pardon from the queen
In turn, each through the door, then back out as before
still calling and texting,
clutching paper prescriptions, for various afflictions
a due process, I found rather vexing
Soon my turn, to meet the doctor looking stern
weary of the daily regime,
but he broke into a smile, noting the name on the file
"come in, sit down, I want to come clean
I personally looked you up, from your name on a cup
my grandfather kept in his study,
he was once your GP, and I further decree
a past teammate and buddy
He often spoke of your strong-will and athletic skill
combined, to defeat any foe,
yet down through the years, despite blood, sweat and tears
to his general practice, you'd never go
Now forty years on, how can you go so long
without ever a sick day,
regularly seen, out on the village green,
still playing and plugging away? "
"Now young Dr Barker, let me put down a marker
as to why, I remain free of all ills,
play the game hard but fair, with gusto and flare,
to negate the need for any pills
Always bat straight, to narrow the gate
and bowl to the sweat drips from your brow,
for the simple trick to it, is to keep playing cricket
so I'll see you again, in another forty years from now "
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Money maketh not a man, nor a good cricketer come to think of it !
A Gentleman of Wealth
A gentleman of wealth, enquiring after my health
asked me to his plush abode,
thinking I'd been blessed, I agreed to his request
so together in his sports car, off we rode
His house was mighty fine, likewise, the vintage wine
sipped from crystal glass,
vast rooms full of art deco, contrasted to the echo
of servants polishing up brass
Then as was my fate, he took around his estate
over land where they hunt the fox,
as I listened to the sounds, of bugle and baying hounds
he turned to me and said, ' aren't I the dog's bollocks ? '
So with a look of disdain, I answered simple and plain
''I'm afraid, I disagree,
your car maybe nifty, do one hundred and fifty
but it only has two seats, no good to me
Your home may be grand, but I find it rather bland
bereft of frivolity and atmosphere,
I prefer my humble house, no servants but a loving spouse
and kids who fill each room with cheer
Though my garden's small, it's big enough to play ball
where we all take turns to bat and bowl,
now please take me home, no longer can I roam
with a man who has neither heart nor soul !
A Gentleman of Wealth
A gentleman of wealth, enquiring after my health
asked me to his plush abode,
thinking I'd been blessed, I agreed to his request
so together in his sports car, off we rode
His house was mighty fine, likewise, the vintage wine
sipped from crystal glass,
vast rooms full of art deco, contrasted to the echo
of servants polishing up brass
Then as was my fate, he took around his estate
over land where they hunt the fox,
as I listened to the sounds, of bugle and baying hounds
he turned to me and said, ' aren't I the dog's bollocks ? '
So with a look of disdain, I answered simple and plain
''I'm afraid, I disagree,
your car maybe nifty, do one hundred and fifty
but it only has two seats, no good to me
Your home may be grand, but I find it rather bland
bereft of frivolity and atmosphere,
I prefer my humble house, no servants but a loving spouse
and kids who fill each room with cheer
Though my garden's small, it's big enough to play ball
where we all take turns to bat and bowl,
now please take me home, no longer can I roam
with a man who has neither heart nor soul !
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
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As every batsman worth his salt know's full well, in cricketing terms the 'duck' is a much feared enity and too many at each sitting can destroy any promising career before it ever begins!
But as for the feathered variety, well that's a completely different story altogther..
Lord love a Duck !
Gather round friends, time to make amends
and listen to my overt overture
No more prescriptions for pills, to chasten ills
prevention is preferable to cure
This may sound indiscreet, we are what we eat
no pretence or old wive's tale,
just as an apple a day, keeps the doctor at bay
likewise, a coy clue to the holy grail
A tasty yellow banana, is nutritious manna
fortified with ready energy,
consuming such food, after it is well chewed
creates positive, pulsating synergy
Eat plenty of tomatoes, salads and potatoes
for all are loaded with lycopene,
you can be confidant, absorbing antioxidant
neutralises, harmful cells in the spleen
But my piece de resistance, to salubrious sustenance
nothing more than a simple duck egg,
I hear, 'shock horror, golly gosh, what a load of tosh'
allow me to continue, I beg !
The domesticated duck, adheres to water and muck
and will totally become immersed,
to us what appears gloop, to a duck is sumptuous soup
which it consumes, to quench a vigorous thirst
Nutrients beneficial to well-being, are not easily seen
nor found in processed food,
insects, maggots and worms, make many squirm
but delicious to a duck and duly imbued
Don't be put off, by what a duck likes to scoff
or think me enigmatic and vague,
when ingested by this bird, such organisms are transferred
into pure protein, contained within its egg
So look after your health, for it is your wealth
don't deviate or become unstuck,
as here is my case, plain as the nose on your face..
The Lord loves you and the Lord loves me, that's why he gave us the duck !
But as for the feathered variety, well that's a completely different story altogther..
Lord love a Duck !
Gather round friends, time to make amends
and listen to my overt overture
No more prescriptions for pills, to chasten ills
prevention is preferable to cure
This may sound indiscreet, we are what we eat
no pretence or old wive's tale,
just as an apple a day, keeps the doctor at bay
likewise, a coy clue to the holy grail
A tasty yellow banana, is nutritious manna
fortified with ready energy,
consuming such food, after it is well chewed
creates positive, pulsating synergy
Eat plenty of tomatoes, salads and potatoes
for all are loaded with lycopene,
you can be confidant, absorbing antioxidant
neutralises, harmful cells in the spleen
But my piece de resistance, to salubrious sustenance
nothing more than a simple duck egg,
I hear, 'shock horror, golly gosh, what a load of tosh'
allow me to continue, I beg !
The domesticated duck, adheres to water and muck
and will totally become immersed,
to us what appears gloop, to a duck is sumptuous soup
which it consumes, to quench a vigorous thirst
Nutrients beneficial to well-being, are not easily seen
nor found in processed food,
insects, maggots and worms, make many squirm
but delicious to a duck and duly imbued
Don't be put off, by what a duck likes to scoff
or think me enigmatic and vague,
when ingested by this bird, such organisms are transferred
into pure protein, contained within its egg
So look after your health, for it is your wealth
don't deviate or become unstuck,
as here is my case, plain as the nose on your face..
The Lord loves you and the Lord loves me, that's why he gave us the duck !
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The age old attritional battle between batsman and bowler is quite unique in sport in that it pits the two antagonists together in a deadly personnal duel, like two gunfighters at the O.K coral and only one can be victorious....
Why don't you sing along ?
' Big Wood '
To a cricket club in Lurgan rode a stranger one fine day
only spoke with the skipper, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a quip
For the stranger there among them had a big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw running loose came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do business with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
The opposition had a pacey bowler known as Nasty Ned
Many batsmen had tried to hit him but their stumps got spread
He was fast and he was vicious though a youth of twenty four
And his wickets tally numbered one and ninety more
One and ninety more
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was a former player who wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to put some manners into a bowlers head
Said he'd do it off the first ball, bowled by Nasty Ned
Bowled by Nasty Ned
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Nasty Ned
But the bowler didn't worry men before had froze like lead
Ninety one had tried to take him ninety one had made a blip
Ninety two would be the stranger with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
Wickets soon fell quickly but the stranger did not twitch
And by twenty past eleven he walked out on the pitch
Folks were watching from the pavillion, sure he'd get struck
For they knew this handsome stranger was another sitting duck
Another sitting duck
There were 22 yards between them when the umpire called out play
And the timing of the stranger is still talked about today
Nasty Ned barely had cleared leather fore the stranger walked down the strip
Sending the ball far over the boundary with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
It was over in a flicker and the folks all gasped aloud
As they watched the ball go hurtling, then disappear into a cloud
Nasty Ned was taken off, knowing he'd made a fatal slip
When he tried to bounce the stranger with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
Big wood Big wood, when he tried to bounce the stranger with the big wood by his hip
Why don't you sing along ?
' Big Wood '
To a cricket club in Lurgan rode a stranger one fine day
only spoke with the skipper, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a quip
For the stranger there among them had a big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw running loose came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do business with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
The opposition had a pacey bowler known as Nasty Ned
Many batsmen had tried to hit him but their stumps got spread
He was fast and he was vicious though a youth of twenty four
And his wickets tally numbered one and ninety more
One and ninety more
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was a former player who wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to put some manners into a bowlers head
Said he'd do it off the first ball, bowled by Nasty Ned
Bowled by Nasty Ned
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Nasty Ned
But the bowler didn't worry men before had froze like lead
Ninety one had tried to take him ninety one had made a blip
Ninety two would be the stranger with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
Wickets soon fell quickly but the stranger did not twitch
And by twenty past eleven he walked out on the pitch
Folks were watching from the pavillion, sure he'd get struck
For they knew this handsome stranger was another sitting duck
Another sitting duck
There were 22 yards between them when the umpire called out play
And the timing of the stranger is still talked about today
Nasty Ned barely had cleared leather fore the stranger walked down the strip
Sending the ball far over the boundary with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
It was over in a flicker and the folks all gasped aloud
As they watched the ball go hurtling, then disappear into a cloud
Nasty Ned was taken off, knowing he'd made a fatal slip
When he tried to bounce the stranger with the big wood by his hip
Big wood by his hip
Big wood Big wood, when he tried to bounce the stranger with the big wood by his hip
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Dylan Thomas the best poet if I had to choose one.
I like the idea of this thread keep up the writing it’s been good to read, Liked beware the beast! Some good wordplay.
I like the idea of this thread keep up the writing it’s been good to read, Liked beware the beast! Some good wordplay.
C Boomer
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Our cricket season is well over here in Co Armagh and as for our final league position, well, it could of been better but then again.....It's not all about winning ??
Victoria's 2015 Season Review
Victoria’s third eleven review of the season
began well, Lisburn all out for eighty-nine
but alas, due to unknown reason
we ended three short from the finish line ?
Away to Instonians, a different matter
Hari, the star at the crease,
a classy knock from our Indian batter
then Girvan and Johnston, won it with 3 apiece
Next up, we gave BISC a good game
despite being a very strong team,
and though we bowled well all the same
sadly, our batting ran out of steam
Cliftonville in the cup, always on top
our batsmen got too many zeros,
they passed our total with only one flop
Ben catching off Mullin, the only heroes
We lost all four of the following matches
again, our batsmen too easily floored,
yet we fielded well and held our catches
defending so few on the board
But our swan-song was against Derriaghy
our bowlers put them to the sword,
and though Trevor fell, before crossing the oche
their total, we easily outscored
So to sum up, a season of joy and glory
despite losing more than we won,
and may I say before ending this story?
God’s blessings, till we meet again in summer sun!
Northern Cricket Union
Oche - The line in which a dart thrower stands behind before throwing ( And it's the only word I could find that rhymes with Derriaghy )
Victoria's 2015 Season Review
Victoria’s third eleven review of the season
began well, Lisburn all out for eighty-nine
but alas, due to unknown reason
we ended three short from the finish line ?
Away to Instonians, a different matter
Hari, the star at the crease,
a classy knock from our Indian batter
then Girvan and Johnston, won it with 3 apiece
Next up, we gave BISC a good game
despite being a very strong team,
and though we bowled well all the same
sadly, our batting ran out of steam
Cliftonville in the cup, always on top
our batsmen got too many zeros,
they passed our total with only one flop
Ben catching off Mullin, the only heroes
We lost all four of the following matches
again, our batsmen too easily floored,
yet we fielded well and held our catches
defending so few on the board
But our swan-song was against Derriaghy
our bowlers put them to the sword,
and though Trevor fell, before crossing the oche
their total, we easily outscored
So to sum up, a season of joy and glory
despite losing more than we won,
and may I say before ending this story?
God’s blessings, till we meet again in summer sun!
Northern Cricket Union
Oche - The line in which a dart thrower stands behind before throwing ( And it's the only word I could find that rhymes with Derriaghy )
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
November's poem like most of my work, is based on an actual event concerning the stoic and holistic attitude adopted by one particular player belonging to my own cricket club.
On being told of the sad news that due to a serious injury his playing days are finally over, he bravely chooses not to simply give and walk away from the game he so dearly loves, but rather looks on it as an opportunity to begin the next phase of his cricketing career..... Professionalism, loyalty and courage at their resounding very best !
Ode to Robbie Streat
Robbie Streat, could not be beat
a cricketer of substance
First out to bat, wearing trademark cloth hat
left-handed, in style and stance
And he could bowl, with pace and soul
always on the money
Deceptively quick, quite a unique trick
every batsman was his bunny
In he'd bound, right arm over or around
never conceding extras
His talent stretched deep, for he could wicket-keep
was there ever one so dextrous?
Alas, he announced one day, “No more play
boys, this time I admit defeat
Due to a ruptured knee, from now I'll make the tea
the end is nigh, for Robbie Streat”
Sadly his teammates sighed, some even cried
on hearing of his plight
For they knew, Robbie was the glue
that strengthen resolve, when in a fight
But their grief was short, as Robbie did retort
“I'm not one to hide my light under a bushel
By trade a fitter and no quitter
beyond the boundary, is where I'll flex my voice-muscle
I shall take my rightful seat, alongside a class elite
with Gerald, big Harv and many more
So uplift your hearts, for when the season starts
together, we'll give ‘em war! “
On being told of the sad news that due to a serious injury his playing days are finally over, he bravely chooses not to simply give and walk away from the game he so dearly loves, but rather looks on it as an opportunity to begin the next phase of his cricketing career..... Professionalism, loyalty and courage at their resounding very best !
Ode to Robbie Streat
Robbie Streat, could not be beat
a cricketer of substance
First out to bat, wearing trademark cloth hat
left-handed, in style and stance
And he could bowl, with pace and soul
always on the money
Deceptively quick, quite a unique trick
every batsman was his bunny
In he'd bound, right arm over or around
never conceding extras
His talent stretched deep, for he could wicket-keep
was there ever one so dextrous?
Alas, he announced one day, “No more play
boys, this time I admit defeat
Due to a ruptured knee, from now I'll make the tea
the end is nigh, for Robbie Streat”
Sadly his teammates sighed, some even cried
on hearing of his plight
For they knew, Robbie was the glue
that strengthen resolve, when in a fight
But their grief was short, as Robbie did retort
“I'm not one to hide my light under a bushel
By trade a fitter and no quitter
beyond the boundary, is where I'll flex my voice-muscle
I shall take my rightful seat, alongside a class elite
with Gerald, big Harv and many more
So uplift your hearts, for when the season starts
together, we'll give ‘em war! “
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
I was once surprised and even shocked when I overheard a certain Mr Blemming procrastinate that one must spend big and show off in order to get noticed ?
But I soon put him straight on that account, much better to be resourseful and use what amenities are at hand in order to be successful, don't you agree ?
Ye olde club house
An old club house set deep in the east
required refurbishment,
'Let's make it plush, as we are flush'
so said the establishment
We'll import the necessary materials
from far off foreign fields,
'after all,' their ostentatious call
'our sponsors, donate surplus yields'
The committee put it to the vote
the outcome overwhelming,
"we all agree on a spending spree"
up spoke their chairman, Mr Blemming
So they built a fancy new pavilion
of that there was no doubt,
with bricks of clay, kilned in Bombay
held together by Queensland grout
The timber corkscrewed and promptly sent
from where the coconut grows,
sedimentary slate, glossy and ornate
from a land where it never snows
Finished in time for the new season
crowds flocked and gazed in awe
but before the game, heavy rain
isn't that Sod's law?
Slowly but surely and to utter dismay
the whole building began to crumble,
grout turned to soup, bricks morphed to gloop,
the saggy wood, soggy roof, all took a tumble
Now the lesson learned and moral is
if you wish to rebuild or expand,
order Tyrone bricks and cement that sticks
made with lough Neagh sand
Buy from Murdock's, Haldane or Killeen hardware
for homegrown wood that's true,
slate your roof, light and waterproof
with good old Bangor blue
And with a full house at every match
rest easy, unlike lemmings,
cause you sourced locall
contrary to the committee, lead by Mr Blemmings!
Lemming.. (Copy & paste from Google)
noun
1. A small, short-tailed, thickset rodent related to the voles, found in the Arctic tundra.
2. A person who unthinkingly joins a mass movement, especially a headlong rush to destruction.
But I soon put him straight on that account, much better to be resourseful and use what amenities are at hand in order to be successful, don't you agree ?
Ye olde club house
An old club house set deep in the east
required refurbishment,
'Let's make it plush, as we are flush'
so said the establishment
We'll import the necessary materials
from far off foreign fields,
'after all,' their ostentatious call
'our sponsors, donate surplus yields'
The committee put it to the vote
the outcome overwhelming,
"we all agree on a spending spree"
up spoke their chairman, Mr Blemming
So they built a fancy new pavilion
of that there was no doubt,
with bricks of clay, kilned in Bombay
held together by Queensland grout
The timber corkscrewed and promptly sent
from where the coconut grows,
sedimentary slate, glossy and ornate
from a land where it never snows
Finished in time for the new season
crowds flocked and gazed in awe
but before the game, heavy rain
isn't that Sod's law?
Slowly but surely and to utter dismay
the whole building began to crumble,
grout turned to soup, bricks morphed to gloop,
the saggy wood, soggy roof, all took a tumble
Now the lesson learned and moral is
if you wish to rebuild or expand,
order Tyrone bricks and cement that sticks
made with lough Neagh sand
Buy from Murdock's, Haldane or Killeen hardware
for homegrown wood that's true,
slate your roof, light and waterproof
with good old Bangor blue
And with a full house at every match
rest easy, unlike lemmings,
cause you sourced locall
contrary to the committee, lead by Mr Blemmings!
Lemming.. (Copy & paste from Google)
noun
1. A small, short-tailed, thickset rodent related to the voles, found in the Arctic tundra.
2. A person who unthinkingly joins a mass movement, especially a headlong rush to destruction.
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