By Ged Ladd
July 30 2010
Continuing our new tradition of poetic reporting, Ged Ladd tries his hand at some clerihews tonight. Some work better than others, much like the cricketers really. It's been another glorious day for Middlesex, folks, so enjoy the moment in whimsical verse.
Those readers who want to know exactly what a clerihew is, try clicking on the word and you'll get the spec. Alternatively, read on and you'll soon get the idea.
Ged Ladd,
Scribbled in his writing pad;
When watching day two's sporting,
To try clerihew reporting.
Owais Shah,
Can hit the ball far;
He got to fifty with another,
Glorious drive through extra cover.
Tim "Viscount" Linley,
Is tall and spindley;
When appealing against a player,
He dances around in the style of Leo Sayer.
Jade Dernbach,
Caused a keeper catch;
It ended a hundred partnership divine,
As Shah hoiked across the line.
Announcer "Mr Perambulate",
Can loquate;
With unfeasible levels of precision,
If not erudition.
Dawid Malan,
What a man;
He drew emphatic applause from everyone,
When he reached his ton.
Rory Hamilton-Brown,
What a clown;
You don't win many county championship matches,
If you spill that many slip catches.
Chris Tremlett,
Keeps fit;
He ran through the Middlesex tail easily,
But not before we'd accumulated 423.
Steve Davies,
Might not expect me to say this;
But he batted with fluent tones,
Until he was done by Toby Roland-Jones.
Mark Ramprakash,
For once looked utterly gash;
And despite his more glorious Middlesex and Lord's beginnings,
That sorry show might have been his last first class Lord's innings.
Toby Roland-Jones,
Is a pace bowler through to his bones;
A star was born on the field of play tonight,
His Michelle (five-fer) was more than a bit of alright.
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