We saw Matt coming in to bat...
He walked and took his time,
Matt looked around, this way and that...
Like all was quite sublime...
Matt hit the ball, ran like a cat...
And smiled to score a four...
Then told a streaker he must scat...
So play could start once more...
The streaker's body sure was fat...
Of this there was no doubt...
We don't know where his mind was at...
Thank God they kicked him out!
Denis Martindale July 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem