Bowled Shane

The ball of the century that took Gatting’s wicket The best leg spinner of the game called cricket A larrikin son of the Great South Land He had an arsenal of balls at his command The sun shone brightly when he appeared There was only one Warney oh how we cheered The team towered higher when he was around With 708 Test wickets was a record so renown His wrongun and googly were something to see He’d bowl you around your legs so great was he So we remember him as the all time great Now bowling to Bradman a heavenly team mate. © Paul Warren Poetry