The ball of the century that took Gatting’s wicket
The best leg spinner of the game called cricket
A larrikin son of the Great South Land
He had an arsenal of balls at his command
The sun shone brightly when he appeared
There was only one Warney oh how we cheered
The team towered higher when he was around
With 708 Test wickets was a record so renown
His wrongun and googly were something to see
He’d bowl you around your legs so great was he
So we remember him as the all time great
Now bowling to Bradman a heavenly team mate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Love bowled
over beautiful
I tip the hat
To it's light
Floating
Under and over
Dazzled
Beyond dreams
Made in
emotions beauty
A Greek goddess
Put together
like a dream
Everything about you
A soul it shines
Words become electric
Charged
Touching divine
A light in the dark
Shining through
You stand out
In more ways
Than one
Wings of an angel
Unfolding you
Applauding
In the deep
I fall
to you
From the greatest height
The walls
crash down
Like that of Jericho
Loving you
My heart
In your desire
Head over heals
flipping beautiful
I had a favourite cricket hat
wearing it always enhanced my batting,
never did I forget to wear that
as if it was the key of run getting,
but one day something happened upsetting.
I was batting that day so well
and was heading towards a sure ton,
I went for a hook and my hat fell
directly on the stumps and I was gone,
without picking it I headed for pavilion!
**Hope most of you are familiar with the game
of cricket which is like a religion in India
© kashinath karmakar 2011
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Placement:8th (April 2011)
Contest:My favourite hat or bonnet
Sponsor:Carol Brown
By :kashinath karmakar (14th March 2011)
Badicoot and tomato
A paraqueet pie
Groper head and shoulder, boiled
A melbourne pancke
Cactus fruit jelly
A 'gud' day's
Sport !
Courtesey of Mrs Beeton