The Hat Trick
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Written for my friends son, bowling in the picture, for his 13th birthday. 05-13-2020
The sun is shining brightly, a special day has dawned
The spectators they have no idea, the fear that will be spawned
The captains stroll out to the pitch, a coin pushed in the ground
The same coin flipped up in the air, the crowd make not a sound
The Dapto captain calls a head, they watch the bright coin fall
The Dapto captain wins the toss, says, we will take the ball
He was thinking of young Brando, the decision made to bowl
His position as a prospect, not well known at all
The fielding side take up their spots, the captain calls to Jack
Do you think that you can take 'em son, out and send them back
Now for up and coming kids, praise is all it takes
To step them up a gear or two, the difference it makes
The batsman take their places, the one who takes his guard
Sees a young bloke at the other end, thinks this will not be hard
Middle and off please he says, a real prophetic phrase
When he thinks back later on, stay with him all his days
Now Jack he paces to his mark, he drops the white disk down
And there at the other end, a batsman of renown
Marco takes a steady run, but that is where it ends
The ball just rockets down the pitch, and from the off it bends
The mighty batsman leaves a gap, between the pad and bat
Ball takes the off and middle stump, and that's the end of that
As he goes back to his seat, with a sad and wistful grin
He swings 'em from the offside mate, says to the new man in
Now Jack may be a young'n, but knows what he's about
A straight one takes a snick to slips, another one is out
So now he's on a hat trick, the pressure really on
How to outwit the batsman, imagine he's The Don
Be very hard to take him, with any sort of normal ball
He struggles for the answer, as he hears the captain call
I'll tell you what I want from you, it's very hard to do
But if anyone can do it Jack, that someone is you
Send one down short of a length, a bouncer he will see
But give it heaps of backspin, and a skidder it will be
So Jack he sends a rocket down, the bat is raised up high
That's all it takes to let it through, strikes him on the lower thigh
Jack swings around, arms raised, how's that, they heard him shout
The Ump says Bloody Beautiful, sorry mate you're out
Now this is just a fantasy, but who is there to say
A young and worthy bowler, could not pull it off some day
Copyright © Warren Mbaht | Year Posted 2020
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