The Ballad of the Balance of Weight Of Alastair Cook

There was a young farmboy from Essex

Who suffered from unbalanced kinetics

He came forward to drive

when the cherry arrived

A shot not great for aesthetics

So strong when playing from his hips

Those wrists made for mid-wicket whips

Yet made to look a darn chump

When the target is off stump

A maintainer of interest in the slips

Desperation this run of form be stopped,

A tweak of technique to adopt

Either defend or attack

Go forward or back

Anyone else and and he’d already be dropped!

An unlikely deficit to reprimand;

Gave a chance to make a “captain’s stand”

Chopped onto his wicket

Frustrating, is cricket

At home to Sri Lanka we’re getting panned

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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