Long Rounders Poems

As a boy I walked the town, near knowing everyone
The Sun it shone all Summer long I revelled in the fun
With relatives and friends we'd play, 'til darkness sought us out
Then caring aunts would hunt...

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     Unquotable quotes -  III

When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the 
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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on...

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Base Ball

Give me basically any ball and I love it
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Hi there, sixteen, wow I have some things to say to you
Nothing drastic, just some small advice to help see you through
Life will be hard but you manage very good
Don’t be too troubled by what...

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My Father had three daughters to his name,
Not one of us showed aptitude for sport;
The egg and spoon race was my claim to fame
And rounders’ balls were very rarely caught.     *

When...

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When my family went camping on the farm,
we were blown away by its rural charm.
Beautiful views of rolling hills and pastures green,
It was a sight that just had to be seen.

We pitched our tents down...

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	Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name	
For Love of Language

Cricket-Rounders

A new bloodsport in the town,
We call it Cricket-Rounders,
The bowler runs up to the pitch,    (22 yard run)
And the bouncer surely crowds ya,   (rising ball...

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I wish i had been a child  fifty years ago
They had such wonderful games to play
Which their siblings used to know
But not played much in my day.

First with a skipping rope
Besides the normal skip
You could use...

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Fibreglass fibre optics frame fielding farmers. Fielding farmers are not playing rounders today. They are pushing little feet into wellington boots then chasing a lone sheep whilst riding on a two ton heifer who wears...

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Walking With My Mother Past Ursuline Convent and Orphanage (Camp Street)

she remembered
 
meals eaten in silence
agar jelly dessert, the bitterness of seaweed
washed down with milk

rounders with the girls –
the clack of the bat connecting with...

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Seasons change
They come and go
And while I enjoy their differences
The summer is my favourite
This I know

Big yellow sun in
Clear blue skies
Emits its rays
Making lovely warm days

Warm nights too
Beautiful smells
What a delight
It all feels so right

Growing...

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Sir Spoonsalot was a bit of a snot
His breath was stinky, smelled like rot
We were shocked when he began dating Lady Chatterbox
He loved her a bunch, they both had a crow and a fox.

But what...

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Diamond battleground
Collector's card currency
Hero factory

Little league conscripts
Vocal parental advice
Therapist's profits

Score report passion
Batting statistics frenzy
Relive by numbers

Glossary nightmare
Commentator's lexicon
Head scratching jargon

World series warfare
Stadium armageddon
Sponsorship looting

Counterfeit rounders?
Diplomatic incident!
Sanctions on cricket!



Entry to "the national pastime" contest

Written 12th February...

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