Are You Bored… Love? Yes!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Leather whacks off willow
Cream suited hats raise cheer
“Fine shot sir” says some fellow
Howzat? Not out. Oh dear.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Myopia in the outfield
Dropped catches raise concern
Umpire’s perspire, turn down appeals
As the hatless heads get burned.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’s Bolly in the cool bag
Havana smoking toff’s
A position near the batsman’s pad
Entitled silly mid off?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Those from darkest Hampstead
Scoff luncheon in the bar
Plummy birds in from Gstadd
Hooray Henrys on their arms.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They even stop the game for tea
What’s that all about?
Is bad light stopped play
Another ruse to get The Bolly out?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Guffaws on the boundary
If a fielder drops a catch
In seats around the country
There are old ones dozing through the match.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Sat here penning this piece of mine
I’m stifling a yawn
I’m so bored until kick off time
Comes round again….I’ll even mow the lawn!



As I know sweet FA about The Cricket, in fact I can’t tolerate the game and all it stands for. I’ve really had to do some research for this poem. I was brought up as a kid in London believing that LBW meant Liverpool and Bolton Wanderers.

The end of the football season is bad enough for me to cope with and then this (the cricket) takes over the news on the telly and radio. This year I’m hoping the transfer saga goes on right through the summer and occupies back pages of the papers to stop boring cricket stories being printed there.

Yes I am going to mow the lawn when it stops raining, then I’ll try and find a pub with Setanta (before they go bust) and try to catch some of the World Cup qualifiers just to pass the time prior to the new season and further inspiration from Utopia arriving.

Enjoy the Summer.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/are-you-bored-love-yes/