Leather whacks off willow
Cream suited hats raise cheer
“Fine shot sir” says some fellow
Howzat? Not out. Oh dear.
Myopia in the outfield
Dropped catches raise concern
Umpire’s perspire, turn down appeals
As the hatless heads get burned.
There’s Bolly in the cool bag
Havana smoking toff’s
A position near the batsman’s pad
Entitled silly mid off?
Those from darkest Hampstead
Scoff luncheon in the bar
Plummy birds in from Gstadd
Hooray Henrys on their arms.
They even stop the game for tea
What’s that all about?
Is bad light stopped play
Another ruse to get The Bolly out?
Guffaws on the boundary
If a fielder drops a catch
In seats around the country
There are old ones dozing through the match.
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!