Bowled Shane Poem by Paul Warren

The ball of the century that took Gatting's wicket
The best leg spinner of the game called cricket
A larrikin son of the Great South Land
He had an arsenal of balls at his command

The sun shone brightly when he appeared
There was only one Warney oh how we cheered
The team towered higher when he was around
With 708 Test wickets was a record so renown

His wrongun and googly were something to see
He'd bowl you around your legs so great was he
So we remember him as the all time great
Now bowling to Bradman a heavenly team mate.

© Paul Warren Poetry