A Cricket Casualty

My dear, I'm awful shorry
'Bout gettin' home sho late.
I orra been in hoursh ago;
But you know how I hate
To biss a crit of micket
(Shuse me) I mean to say,
To criss a mit of bicket
Cricket! Ash right. Hooray!


In-toshicated? Nonshense!
Just need a lirrle rest.
I shush been round to Johnson's place
Lish'nin' to the Test.
Great game! It's nervish teshion
Has made me feel like thish.
You know how I like cricket
I wouldn't bit a mish.


Hooray for Misher Bra'man!
Anurraa fourer hit!
Hoo - what? Don't be inshultin'!
I'm norra leash bit lit!
Not even s'ightly shrozzled.
Jush had a lirrle spot
Each time they hirra fourer
Mean to call tharra - lot?


My dear, don't get - hic - cited,
I wouldn't hissa mit.
Three sheers for good old Washaname!
Anurra boun'ry hit! ...
Hic! Struse me, love. Per-haps you're right,
I berra gessum rest.
Jush beein - Hum! You know, Jolson's place
Lish'nin' to - the Test.

by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Comments (6)

A mother's love is never halting! ! ! Nice piece of work.
A lovely tribute to mothers!
Ya I found it, it was a wonderful poem describing what our mothers really are? you got your 10. tnx for sharing sir.
MIKE- A HEARTWARM DISPLAY OF LOVE, RESPECT AND ADMIRATION TO THE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON OF YOUR LIFE...THE ONE WHO BROUGHT YOU HERE...FINE WRITE INDEED, MIKE...MOM SHOULD BE PROUD OF SIR MICHAEL JEFFREY....TEN FOR MOM!
A very caring write from a poet with much tallent and a unique charactor also, Love Duncan
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