Lovely mangle, Jayne. Cricket poems. Here's my favourite.
I wish you'd speak to Mary, Nurse,
She's really getting worse and worse.
Just now, when Tommy gave her out
She cried, and then began to pout.
And then she tried to take the ball
Although she cannot bowl at all.
And now she's standing on the pitch,
The miserable little bitch.
Hilaire Belloc
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