Everything is a mess
I’m in such a great stress
Watching these thrilling sports
It is hard to think
Even harder to blink
When there’s a team your heart supports
It is just too much to take
My poor heart needs a break
Is there a single game
That is feeble and lame
To save me from another ache?
…
So these sports I then ditched
A few channels I switched
When they ran a commercial break
I gave up in despair
When almost unaware
I found a dull sport by mistake
Then my hopes rose and soared
As my mind got pretty bored
My heart jumped and leapt
As I almost slept
Watching how the batsmen scored
…
There were a couple of men
And other eleven
And all of them were dressed in whites
There was no urgency
Or even vibrancy
Finally a sport that doesn’t excites
From all that I observed and saw
It had nothing to cause awe
Five days they packed no punch
Amidst play they had lunch
And the match was declared a draw
Ha! Fun.
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Well, that’s a switch-up. A pinch-hitter poem.
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The players all claimed this was sport.
The team owners together claimed tort!
If there are rules and a ball,
And lined fields to fall,
It’s a game, the judged cried with a snort.
(Sports have no rules, balls or referees.)
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I grew up playing and watching baseball and thought it was great. Now, all the waiting around bores me to tears. I’d much rather watch something with nonstop action, like soccer or tennis.
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Love this 😊
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Yeah, Cricket can be pretty boring and I’m from England… Great poem
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I used to love cricket. But it is not a game anymore. It is only commerce 😝
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Ooohhh be still my bored broken heart.
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