OUR LOCAL TEAM - Ruskin bond

OUR LOCAL TEAM - Ruskin bond

Here comes our batting hero;

Salutes the crowd,

Takes guard;

And out for zero.

He’s in a again

To strike a ton;

A lovely shot-

Then out for one.

Our demon bowler

Runs in quick;

He’s really fast,

Thought hit for six.

In came their slogger;

He swung his bat

And missed by inches;

Our wicket keeper’s getting stitches.

Where’s our captain?

In the deep.

What’s he doing?

Fast asleep.

Last man in;

He kicks a boundary with his pad.

L.B.W.! Not out?

The ump’s his dad!

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