Old Timer Rhymer Poet Free verse

It's the batters that matters in this Ashes

Everything that I have read have observed heard said has been about the bowlers instead

Critics and pundits quick to quip that the favoured fillip of Test cricket's taking all 20 wickets

But I reckon as this crackerjack Ashes finally beckons the middle order's the butter & bread

Can the Yorkshire pair Boycott's flair heirs utter with lacy grace and no airs be the comperes

Can't stutter Joe & Harry nations expectations carry as each ace parry harry fill OZ with dread

Underhand sand gate riff of great Smith having a tiff hallowed or biff.. fallowed Archer arrowed

Let's not forget the raring hubris of madhatter Travis Head daring to go where angels fear to tread

Glaring pelter filter out of kilter as we swelter in this flaring helter skelter belter of an Ashes smelter    

Will we be an abroad marauder.. a run hoarder.. adored history recorder who gets the street cred

Experts applaud flatters bowlers as what matters dreams shatters in tatters without the batters dead 

Repeat & rinsed I'm convinced it's all about the riddle of elite red ball middle order princes

Fab four encore who does score more on this tour..Rooty...Piggy.. Brooky or Taches win Ashes Head

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Ava Springs November 20, 2025 at 4:18 PM I feel the lines are a little long - would be easier to read with a different form,, and I think i'm missing the main point. But I like it.