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Ricky Ponting Poem

mr_mister

mr_mister

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Michael Hussey
aka mr cricket aka mussey
never gave away his wicket cheaply he was very fussy
probably the nerdiest person to play game other than his brother David Hussey
aka dussey
they're both super nerds mussey and dussey they shop at stussy
toilet goes flushy
 
cnerd123

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mr_mister said:
Michael Hussey
aka mr cricket aka mussey
never gave away his wicket cheaply he was very fussy
probably the nerdiest person to play game other than his brother David Hussey
aka dussey
they're both super nerds mussey and dussey they shop at stussy
toilet goes flushy
Click to expand...
I thought you gave up weed
 
Son Of Coco

Son Of Coco

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Here's a little poem I wrote about Ricky Ponting. I call it:

AN ODE TO RICKY PONTING

Ricky Ponting
Is in rehearsals today,
Getting his show on the road.
Let's do this; let's do that,
With Ricky Ponting
There's a new idea everyday.

Ricky Ponting
Is rehearsing today,
Let's make this more surreal,
Let's make this bit more humorous,
We'll make 'em laugh,
We'll make 'em cower.
Slowly his show comes together.

When he's told
To change this and that,
Ricky Ponting
Pays no attention to the outsider.
'I do this my way, '
Said the small one,
'This is my piece,
My art,
I do what I want to do'
Ricky Ponting agrees
And his rehearsal goes on.

The big day for
Ricky Ponting is today.
Today is the day
He gets his show on the road,
Today is the day
He shows all he has done.
Today is the day Ricky Ponting
Feels proud.

Lights go up,
Nerves kick in,
And the show of
Ricky Ponting begins.


Note: This in no way plagiarises a well known poem called 'The Mole People Players', despite several startling similarities and a 95% similarity score on Turnitin.
 
D

Dawood Ahmad

U19 Vice-Captain
Notice: Mates, please read this poem with caution. I have written it after a long time, so it might not be as good as RP Poem (but soon, I hope that I will get much better)


Let me underline
The truth they undermine
that for the coming time
AB will not shine
For I have seen a sign
Of his coming shrine

The crying children,
will busy the mums
And we will hear
dadgums

To be continued...
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mr_mister

mr_mister

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heres a story of an opening batsman who sees off the new ball only to throw hsi wicket away when the spinners come on - we've all been there


to the tune of velvet underground - venus in furs


shiny, shiny, shiny ball of leather
whiplash movement in the air
comes in spells, the quickies dont play them
strike dear bowler and make them nick off

down the wicket, i dance to a spinner
chase the wide one, i nick to slip
he takes the catch - im on my bike
what an ugly knock of 14(46)

i am tired, i am weary
i have left balls for a thousand overs
a thousand balls that did tempt me
yet this wide one i chased brought me to tears
 
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Daemon

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Daemon said:
When he marks his run up, ball in hand
The world marvels at this specimen of a man
He flashes an ugly smile for the world to see
as he sends down his first delivery
It pitches short of a length and beats the edge
He walks up to the batsman and attempts a sledge
"chutiya"
Back at his mark he's extremely confident
But the next ball he bowls is a major embarrassment
Short, wide and hit for four with a loud crunch
He hangs his head in shame and waits for lunch
During the break he rushes back to the pavillion
But to his dismay none of the food is vegetarian
What a terrible morning for Ishant Sharma
As he watches the rest tuck into their Chicken Korma
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Ishant Sharma gave up being veg a shirt time after this and promptly became a better bowler. Coincidence?
 
cnerd123

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Cricket is full of skills
So noble and pure
Some extremely common
And some completely obscure

There are those who wield the bat
With poise, balance and grace
Sharp decision making to spinners
Sharp reflexes to pace

Then there are those who break the rules
With big bats and brute force
Switch hits and reverse sweeps
Not mine to endorse

The we have the quick men
Some faster than others
Some bounce and some swing
And some talk **** about mothers

Then the art of wrist spin
Has enchanted us all
Fulltosses and halft trackers
For the once-in-a-century ball

But above all else
One skill stands above the rest
It's noble and it's pure
Your character it will test

Humble in it's origins
And limited in it's scope
An honest mans pursuit
One bleak without hope

Yes, I'm talking about finger spin
The most derided of the skills
'Boring', 'Bland', 'Lazy'
Lacking in talent and thrills

No one seems to respect it
Not even the biggest cricket fan
They see it as the refuge
Of the uncreative man

"Everyone can do it!'
'And it's so easy to hit'
'Look i'll slog you to cow corner'
'This bowling is ****'

But what these people don't see
Is the depth that lies within
For when you strip away the frills
Is when skill begins

No mysteries balls, no sheer pace
No cloud cover and mints at play
A finger spinner relies on his skills
And his mind to win the day

Flight and guile, Loop and drift
Subtle variations in pace
Control the revs on the ball
Carefully put fielders in place

Change your angle of approach
And your angle of release
Slowly, gently set a trap
Quietly and subtly decieve

And when the time is right
And the moment has finally come
Loop it up real nice and slow
Or slip it quickly out the thumb

For you see, finger spinners have to actually work
Wickets don't just come to them
And to you what may seem a lazy slog
Is actually the spinners diadem

There may be no flying stumps
Not cutting a batsman in half
There is no glamour in finger spin
Except for a batsman's gaffe

No one loves the finger spinner
But it's the purest of cricket's skills
Any man can pick it up
But few can bend it to his wills

Mastering it isn't sufficient
Bowling a good ball isn't good enough
Finger spin is about the bigger picture
Finger spinners have it rough

It's about stitching together an elaborate web
Every single strand so frail
One single mistake can waste a sessions work
A single ball can lift the veil

Humble in it's origins
It's noble and it's pure
Finger Spin is an art oft forgotten
Except by those its lured
 
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