My dear, I'm awful shorry
'Bout gettin' home sho late.
I orra been in hoursh ago;
But you know how I hate
To biss a crit of micket
(Shuse me) I mean to say,
To criss a mit of bicket
Cricket! Ash right. Hooray!
In-toshicated? Nonshense!
Just need a lirrle rest.
I shush been round to Johnson's place
Lish'nin' to the Test.
Great game! It's nervish teshion
Has made me feel like thish.
You know how I like cricket
I wouldn't bit a mish.
Hooray for Misher Bra'man!
Anurraa fourer hit!
Hoo - what? Don't be inshultin'!
I'm norra leash bit lit!
Not even s'ightly shrozzled.
Jush had a lirrle spot
Each time they hirra fourer
Mean to call tharra - lot?
My dear, don't get - hic - cited,
I wouldn't hissa mit.
Three sheers for good old Washaname!
Anurra boun'ry hit! ...
Hic! Struse me, love. Per-haps you're right,
I berra gessum rest.
Jush beein - Hum! You know, Jolson's place
Lish'nin' to - the Test.
Amusing verse- - but aren't there better poems to post on PoemHunter?
This is a beautiful poem on Cricket having haunting expression and nice collocation. It provides humor in some extent.
Comical and well-written. I thoroughly enjoyed the poem due to the imagery you've incorporated throughout the lines. Thanks for posting. : -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hilarious! (And we know that he wasn't able to fool the readers, or his wife, even one mit- - Er, one BIT! : -)