Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde could not confide
Neither agree nor abide
Not two men but one of a kind
Each lived within the other's mind
Jekyll a doctor and gentleman
Do for you and me all that he can,
But Mr Hyde is not so nice
Opens his mouth, not thinking twice
One did enjoy a game of cricket
Though did not last long at the wicket
He made a potion, a kind of tonic,
To help him stay there, turn bionic
From the bottle he took a swig
No time to use a guinea pig,
Thus Hyde was born, the story goes
Hairy eyebrows, crooked nose.
He dare not wait, had to play
Off to the pitch, he raced away
Out in the middle, pads, gloves and bat
Took his guard, then coughed and spat
But all did not go, according to plan
For this rude, obnoxious man
He swung and missed at each ball
Each time to the Umpire, "Wide!" did call
The bowler then bounced one in short
Again to the umpire, Hyde did retort
"Call no ball; it is a disgrace
He clearly meant to hit my face!"
Next ball was fast, full and true
hit his pad, LBW and he knew
the appeal was loud, regards Mr Hyde
though he gauldered, "Pitched out leg-side!"
The effects of the brew, then disappeared
Back Dr Jekyll, so revered
Observing still, the pointing finger
About the crease he did not linger
As he departed, those poignant blue eyes
Looked towards the umpire to apologise,
Then made his way, without refrain
To pour that tonic down the drain
And thank goodness, Mr Hyde, never appeared again!!!