Oi! You who haunts my house and garden
Believe me, I never give pardon
I admire attempts used to displace
Clad all in white with fearsome face
But, my home's now built on your old ground!
There's nothing here you need redound
Why not linger long at Lords
And spook out souls with joint accords
Those sticks and wecks...? That, thing that smashes!
Just to take home some weird 'ashes'
Can't find the fun in this here game
Too namby-pamby, far too lame
STILL, I'd guess at what bust your eye socket ?
A cricket ball rubbed down a pocket.
And slung at you but ha! You missed!
Not quite as clever with that wrist
You maybe once played near these grounds
Though I'M here now, I won't denounce
How such a man could not demean
A girl from an ex-rugby team
I'll let you leave with half a face
And pink streaks down your stroking place
You'll never scare me, no, you'll not
Even with your best attacking shot
So take ye off to pastures fresh,
And away from we, who in the flesh
Would take defeat but never haunt
Those in life, we used to taunt
My first and more serious effort lies directly below or via HERE