On Saturday Compstall came to town The sun was hot the sun beat down We lost the toss and batted first Our team was weak but theirs was worse We started slow but picked up pace Then Compstall went and played their ace Two caught and bowled on the attack The tortoise and the hare sent back So Ivan and his partner Will They had an innings to rebuild Will swung out and 50 came The score was slow - Ivan to blame But then the skipper came to play And smote the ball in every way He only faced for seven balls But twenty four runs was his haul We reached one hundred and seventy nine At tea we thought it should be fine But wickets they proved hard to take And Compstall's ace had runs to make Colin struck but just one time Whilst Mikey twirled and swirled just fine The ball was flicked across to Bruce To Rob - a run out was produced But Ivan on the stage again Always the villain, causing pain Two catches fell onto the ground A stony silence all around Now we are made of sterner stuff And Whaley cried, 'Enough, Enough' Mikey took a wicket, two Whilst Bruce he kept the runs down too Then Ole played the circus clown The first ball pitched and bounced around The batsman swung and barely hit But Rob stood firm with ball in mitt Mikey found another gear 3 for 32 brought cheer Then Ole struck a second time But still their ace stood firm in line Then the madcap bowler found the edge Rob again the ball to wedge 3 for seventeen for Ole Now the Compstall tail was sorry The end was nigh as number 10 Skyed one to the hands of Ben We walked off tall we walked off proud 'Promotion?' no its not allowed! In memory of the Louisville Lip! |
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