Cricket Season and the English Weather
Knock the snow off the wicket
Its time to play cricket
With cucumber sarnys and tea
Oh no now here we go
Now here comes the snow
What are the cricket Gods doing to me?
A scarf I will take
The match I will make
Tuck me vest in me pants just you see.
They'll not stop me going
never mind if its snowing
I've waited all season so see
The ball bowled down the green
almost to fast to be seen
As it ploughs in a drift - all stop for tea.
©~GG~
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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