Formula 1 Cricket

Another poem about cricket! (And don't change the channel on your remote!)

Formula 1 Cricket

 

A winning cricket team 
is a much admired, glorious machine
that can be likened to a potent racing car.
Each component must gel and glean, 
on field be ruthless, mean,
a well tuned engine will propel it, fast and far.

The captain sits behind the wheel 
knows which buttons to press, pedals to feel,
reads the road and stays in constant control.
He seeks out weakness in the opposition 
to gain advantage and pole position,
then decides if to bat or if to bowl!

It's the batsman who selects the gears
as the captain guides and steers,
with perfect timing on the clutch.
First, second, third then really club her, 
fourth and sixth to burn rubber
fifths hard to find, stuck in neutral, Out! Return to the hutch!

The bowler fuels a powerful carburetor
by means of the accelerator,
he can rev it up and make those pistons sing.
A tricky obstinate hairpin, 
can be overcome with a little spin
then pedal on the metal, mindful of late tail end swing.

The keeper is the pick of the lads 
with protective gloves and heavy pads,
he looks after handling and applies the brake.
It's his swift hand eye coordination and reaction
to why the car retains perfect traction,
as the chasing pack are left behind in her wake.

Waiting by the pit, the groundsman with assorted kit
if the track gets wet he will cover it,
prevents nasty accidents, pooling water and soggy mires.
While the car nips in for shelter 
ensuring the track remains a belter
as it refuels, ablutes and changes tyres.

On the course two men in white or blue
to assist and help all through,
they uphold the law and give each relevant sign.
Undue care and attention will incur wrath, 
as will running down the middle path,
if unheeded they will impose a caution, 
next, its off the road with a heavy fine.

In order to pass the chequered flag 
its clear each cog is required, 
to assist and prevent turbo lag.
So jump onboard, though heed the words of Aristotle
'the whole is greater than the sum of its parts', 
then turn the key and as she starts, 
can you taste the bubbly from that big green bottle?

 

Reviews

[Yellow Butterfly]

Another great write from you Tom.... I loved it enough to NOT change the channels this time.... growing up with brothers... and also the head of the house.. my father.... there was no such thing as changing the channels when CRICKET & FORMULA 1 was on.... I'm a fan.... only this much ()...... lol

I enjoyed this one alot... :O)

[Tom]

Thank you kindly Yellow Butterfly, glad to hear you are a fan...if only this much ().... its a start at least!!

[Yellow Butterfly]

Lol.... I am a fan of Cricket () this much.... and I am a fan of your work this much (......................................................................................................................)

[Tom]

You'll do for me honey !

[Yellow Butterfly]

:O)))))))))))))

[Baby Ricochet]

Good poem Tom. Taught me something about Cricket. A sport that I confess to no nothing. I'm not up on any sports really. If someone asks me about sports my line is "The only thing I'd be interested in at a game is the cheerleaders." Perhaps a good combination would be Chess (not a sport) and professional Wrestling. (Not a sport either) It could run a few seasons as a "reality" show on the FOX network. FOX runs crazier crap than that all the time. Like their news programing.

[Tom]

Thanks Rico, cricket has rudimentary similarities with baseball, that's about the best way I can describe it to all you good folk across the pond !

[Lydia Shutter]

The imagery is powerful in this one. I know nothing about cricket at all.....but I do know about motor racing and the metaphors you used are just wonderful. Yup, I can taste the bubbly.....and it is not diet Coke either! :) I liked this. Lydi**

[Tom]

Thank you Lydia

[MsJewel]

I dont' know very much about cricket or auto racing, but I enjoyed your poem - great use of imagery. A pleasure to read! :) Julie

[Tom]

Thank you Ms Jewel

[Jack...]

Very nicely done. I don't know a thing about cricket and am not a fan of auto racing, but I am a fan of your wonderful poem. No wicky stickets here.

[Tom]

Thank you Jack

[emmajoy]

You clever, clever devil! This is so good. Had no idea that my casual comment about motor racing would be magnificently included in a poem about your favourite game. I truly can't congratulate you enough, you've covered your cricket with marvellous recognition of motor racing lingo and use of.. Seriously, i think you should try to get this published in a sports magazine! Incidently the literary technical stuff is also adhered to, meter, language, punctuation and all. Perfect last line.

'In order to pass the chequered flag ~ its clear each cog is required, ~ to assist and prevent turbo lag. ~ So jump onboard, though heed the words of Aristotle ~ 'the whole is greater than the sum of its parts', ~ then turn the key and as she starts, ~ can you taste the bubbly from that big green bottle? '

Envy's creeping in, better go!

[Tom]

Emma Joy...I'm truly overwhelmed and honoured by the generosity of your compliment regarding my little poem! You so humble me indeed fine lady !

[emmajoy]

Is true, I don't pretend. I think it's great. :) Must get out of here :))