Cricket the gentleman game
Played under the summer’s
By men in white,
Watched by men quenching their thirst,
With cold lager
Ladies sipping iced lemonade,
That is cricket.
The men of willow
In all colours of the rainbow
Kissing like showgirls,
It’s simply not cricket.
At gloomy Lords
The home of English cricket
England mugged
By men in orange
- the Dutch
That’s simply not cricket.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Money does have it's privileges