Shane Warne Rip
The best spin bowler ever,
Has died at 52,
Across all of Australia,
No one knows what to do.
So many tributes pouring in,
A special man was he,
Even those not cricket fans,
Can feel his legacy.
He played the game with passion,
And huge amounts of skill,
And every time that he stepped out,
You’d feel a little chill.
The tributes sent are worldwide,
His impression left on all,
And 52 no age for him,
His final wicket fall.
A stand will be named after him,
In Melbourne’s MCG,
And offered a state funeral,
In such regard, you see.
They say the best so often pass
Before it ought to be,
That feeling universal for,
Shane Warne, please R I P.
Copyright © Richard Tipping | Year Posted 2022
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