Cricket Match in Battersea Park

Cricketers playing on the lawn White figures on the grass The rhapsody of ringing phones Is heard as passers pass It’s just the picture of a large Idyllic sunny day Uneven shadows on the marge Are also in the play No pawns to sacrifice for kings No queens rampaging free The game looks peaceful, so it brings A sense of peace to me What if I tell them how their play I see – you’re out of mind, Get real, man, to me they’ll say Its not a pantomime We’re two competing teams, we came To win and not to lose And that’s the purpose of the game We play not to amuze Some idle fools that hang around Not knowing what to do Come down on the solid ground That should be good for you Thanks for advice, I like your game But honestly, for me Both teams of yours look quite the same I’d say, before I flee So really, what’s the point to know The aim, all tricks and rules If they are setting on a show That looks like peace for fools.