I am listening to the cricket
The World Cup is on BBC Radio
It is one of my shelters
For this ever improving summer
Today’s game has turned
Into a dead rubber
A phrase I rather care for
As it sort of goes with the flow
I look out of the windows
To watch the breeze
Bring a sway
To the tops of trees and hedges
This then is what I call being steady
Not ready to do anything
Other than to sit and stare
Without a thought or care
There goes another wicket
Accompanied by dancing in the aisles
I am reminded that is why England
Needed to win their last two games
They say that cricket is a bit more civilised
Well why wouldn’t it be, as it is played
During continuously improving summers
On manicured squares of grass so green
