CRICKET

Darkening skies and heavy rain,
The cricket seasons here again.
The umpires pulling up the pegs,
No slips, no gully’s, no fine legs.
After only just one muddy over,
All the players dash for cover.
Same old reason, rains stopped play,
It’s cricket played the British way.

By
Alfred Weston
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