Twas Sunday and the PelicansDid drive and wander to the HillAll keen were 11 playersAnd the weather looked agreed Beware the slighted South African my sonThe ball he bowls, the bat he wieldsBeware the short boundaryAnd the catchers lurking there Greg and Asad vorpal willow in handOpening with a productive standAt a rate we were […]

Twas Sunday and the Pelicans
Did drive and wander to the Hill
All keen were 11 players
And the weather looked agreed

Beware the slighted South African my son
The ball he bowls, the bat he wields
Beware the short boundary
And the catchers lurking there

Greg and Asad vorpal willow in hand
Opening with a productive stand
At a rate we were on for 400 or more
The final total alas much a lesser score

Contributions down the card
Swinging, missing and hitting hard
Near enough 300, that will suffice
Off for lunch, sarnies and cake
A tough total for the oppo awaits

Out we went to join the fray
Snicker snack went the Ley Hill vorpal blade
Until brother Badr a wicket made

Greg he bowled, Alex too and Waz
A catch he took but alas
The road it claimed its due
Waz bereft we all too

Yusuf thou let through byes
The skipper quick to realise
In hunting down the ball shaped quarry
Tripped over his own appendages

In front of the opposition and fellow Pelis
The skipper went down like a man speared
The players laughed, the spectators cheered
Acclaiming O frabjous day! Callooh callay!
They chortled in their joy!

Twas drizzling and Sharrington to the crease appear
Did bat and belt all round the hill
Not enough and with thirty left
With much energy and heft and bowling deft
Coming up 10 short

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