A Day At The Cricket Poem by Paul Fowler

The sun is out and I've got my ticket,
Time to go and watch some cricket,
I take my seat on this glorious day,
As the man in the Panama hat says 'Play! '
A cautious start it seems to me,
I take it in as I drink my tea,
The batsman are building a decent score,
A wave of the hand signals four,
The batsman now settled, out come the tricks,
The crowd cheer as the umpire signals six,
Out? Really? Let the third umpire decide,
It looked to me it was down leg side,
A wicket taken as the fielders form a bunch,
One down isn't too bad, just before lunch,
Time to build in the afternoon session,
But a couple more wickets fall in succession,
Fourth man in starts quite quietly,
Just the thing before going in for tea,
We need another partnership I guess,
I follow the commentary on TMS,
Fourth wicket partnership is going our way,
Then the umpire calls stumps at the end of the day.