The First Ashes Warm-Up Match – Day One Poem

First dawn of the English Test summer,
England ready to take on all-comers
Raring to go
Were Cook and Compo’
Yet their blocks made the Lords crowd so much glummer

When Trott came in we were then torn
Each dull leave yet another sharp thorn
If he’d only get out
Perhaps we’d see more clout
Like the days of Trescothick and Vaughan

Bell at last a strokemaker came in
Though of himself he then played well within
He was so circumspect
and showed too much respect
To Boult, Southee, Wagner and Martin

A quick word on the New Zealand tourists,
Ranked amongst the cricket world’s poorest
A fierce line and a length
belied their lack of strength
Making England look at their least surest

Young Bairstow and Root left at the crease
When a downpour of rain caused all play to cease
“Thank God for that”
went the Lords members chat
As they left le cricket église*



About wrongunatlongon

I'll muse on various subjects, mainly involving willow, leather and grass. My natural instincts is to heap as many compound adjectives as I can to sporting natterings. If you like, then feel free to link :)
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