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Ricky Ponting Poem

smash84

The Tiger King
There was a man called Jono
Who did his work pro bono
But he never did much work
And dreamed of a Virat twerk
He posted all day in cricket chat
And everyone thought jeez what a ****
He owed old man Burgey a steak or ten
And his favourite song was it's raining men
But once somehow on C double u
He said to everyone S T F U
To off topic he went
Told the lot to get bent
And said he'd make us remember!
And hence he won battle of the members
It was a low for the web
I mean what a low ebb
But hey, don't knock our Augustus
Because like him or not he's just one of us
Actually you know what **** that
I stand by what i said, he's a ****ing ****
haha, wow GIMH, this is a pretty good effort man.
 

Red

The normal awards that everyone else has
Scene- Bourbon & Beefsteak, 1999.

Two brash young men bump into each other.

Unknown assailant- "Hey, watch it ****"

RP- "No, you watch it"

Unknown assailant "**** you ****"

RP- "You got a problem with me?"

Unknown assailant- "Yeh ****, I HATE ABILITIES"
 

Swingpanzee

International Regular
Scene- Bourbon & Beefsteak, 1999.

Two brash young men bump into each other.

Unknown assailant- "Hey, watch it ****"

RP- "No, you watch it"

Unknown assailant "**** you ****"

RP- "You got a problem with me?"

Unknown assailant- "Yeh ****, I HATE ABILITIES"
Dawood Ahmad: never misunderstand me I'm only 14
 

Burgey

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Ode to the Statistician (The Savant's Prayer)


Though I've seen so many play,
To the stats I must refer,
I shalt not trust my eye one bit,
The numbers crunch, to Excel aver.

Whilst you may simply love the game,
I prefer dissection.
Crunching numbers big and small,
Gives me a [slight] erection.

I love to use selective stats,
And talk down old Test players.
I love to skew my pointless graphs,
And talk up new One Dayers.

There will be those who say they've seen,
Great players old and new,
But I know what makes players great;
A difference of ".2"

I might have watched these players play,
Both with bat and ball,
And though I loved that every day;
What counts are numbers, small.

There will come a time, I guess,
When I may appreciate
The beauty of a cover drive,
Of someone bowled right through "the gate".

The only thing of which I fear,
Is missing all the action.
'Cos I'm too busy working out,
The bloke's average to a fraction.

I know which words from me will fly,
When beauty meets my eye -


"I did but see one cover drive,
Yet I'll analyse until I die"
 
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Swingpanzee

International Regular

Ode to the Statistician (The Savant's Prayer)


Though I've seen so many play,
To the stats I must refer,
I shalt not trust my eye one bit,
The numbers crunch, to Excel aver.

Whilst you may simply love the game,
I prefer dissection.
Crunching numbers big and small,
Gives me a [slight] erection.

I love to use selective stats,
And talk down old Test players.
I love to skew my pointless graphs,
And talk up new One Dayers.

There will be those who say they've seen,
Great players old and new,
But I know what makes players great;
A difference of ".2"

I might have watched these players play,
Both with bat and ball,
And though I loved that every day;
What counts are numbers, small.

There will come a time, I guess,
When I may appreciate
The beauty of a cover drive,
Of someone bowled right through "the gate".

The only thing of which I fear,
Is missing all the action.
'Cos I'm too busy working out,
The bloke's average to a fraction.

I know which words from me will fly,
When beauty meets my eye -


"I did but see one cover drive,
Yet I'll analyse until I die"
Was great to read. Serious.
 

Daemon

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Too bad many people when they use their eyes as Burgey says come up with some absolute rubbish.

Nice poem tho
 

Swingpanzee

International Regular
The *****



He likes this post, he likes that post
He is the one who 'likes' the most
What drives his soul? And makes him tick?
Answer: Giving the like function another click

The time has come for the rhyme to end
So I'll shut my trap, but just one last word-
When you're feeling blue, and short of likes
***** the liker proves to be a godsend.

(Waiting for ***** to like this :ph34r:)



 

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