...it must be National Poetry Day again. And I'm told this year's theme is Games, so I may as well go for the bleeding obvious, as Lancashire are County Champions (have I mentioned this?) and
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My favourite cricket poem is a parody of Emerson's Brahma. I don't know who wrote it, Morris Bishop perhaps.
If the wild bowler thinks he bowls, Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled, They know not, poor misguided souls, They too shall perish unconsoled. I am the batsman and the bat, I am the bowler and the ball, The umpire, the pavilion cat, The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.
I often think that to myself: I am the batsman and the bat... the umpire the pavilion cat.
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If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
They too shall perish unconsoled.
I am the batsman and the bat,
I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.
I often think that to myself: I am the batsman and the bat... the umpire the pavilion cat.
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Sadly we don't see many pavilion cats these days.
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