Leather on willow and afternoon teas
Plum bread with butter and slices of cheese
In the pavilion ladies cut bread
Should anyone fancy a sandwich instead
Up on the scoreboard one’s bowled out for six
The villager’s scowl all suspecting fowl tricks
Now at the crease is old Brown with back bent
And red leather ball into orbit near sent
Runs thick and fast, Brown got us back level
Jones LBW, left our last man Neville
Striding out gamely we need just one more
They fed him a googly which he smashed for four
Our village triumphant we won fair and square
I sat munching plum bread and cheese in my chair
The other side lost boy oh boy what a wheeze
Cos its leather on willow and afternoon teas
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful piece! Thanks for sharing Patricia Gale