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WTC Final bowlers' ball
Have bowlers become spicier?
Hitches in batting riches
Cut sl**s shut in a rut
Pitches become dicier?
Chestnut witches strut
Gluts of stitches
And seams dreams
Humdrum Timber
Tantrum doldrums
Back in the hut
What we did see at the WTC
Wood from the tree
No pretence…don’t do defence
Weary..slain in vain again
Don’t be wary..leery of
Scary lairy leather fairies
Won’t refrain..don’t restrain
Might as well go insane
In that Baz Ball vein
Won’t sit on the fence
Face facts..cracks
No axe to the max
No one really scored
Adored stroke smorgasbord horde
Flawed fraud joke ignored
Afraid slayed blade misery
Very merry cherry glee
Ripsnorter slaughter yippee
Choker jokers..the sly Aussies..rib pokers..
Did sledge.. snide..tried to deride and get the edge
Was a helluva a ride
Will always remember the mystery
Markram and Temba’s pride..stopped the slide
Wouldn't be denied..victory and
History finally for the Saffa side..
But most batters rumbled
Humbled as records crumbled
Even helmet on..the memory will linger
Of slip don Smith’s finger
Catches dropping short
Fumbled..fraught..bumbled
On day one and two…bowling onslaught held sway
Each day..14 wickets tumbled
So willow and leather parity
Hilarity…have to be a cruel fool to rule
Was the best test contest of bat against ball
Clarity of batters depravity
Squarely at the end of their tether
Another not too clever feather
Gravity…kowtowed even without cloud
Loud proud African crowd came
Shame the Aussies can’t
Just blame the weather
For losing the game
Copyright ©
Toby Bennett
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