Shane Warne Poem by Francis Duggan

Most Aussie cricket fans say he'll do me
And they may add there's none so great as he
And each day he bowls there is expectancy
That he will claim more wickets maybe three.

The bowler the English never will forget
And one they will remember with regret
Their fans in silence watched their wickets fall
And such memories they may not want to recall.

With cricket ball he weaves a majic spell
And how good is Shane Warne? time can only tell
But of his greatness there can be no doubt
If West Indian batsmen fail to find him out.

The blond haired Shane Warne lives up to his name
As the top spin bowler in this cricket game
With cricket ball he weaves a majic spell
And how good is he? that time can only tell.