Brad Hogg - A National Treasure

[HugeJohnson]

G'day cricket fans, last night we had a small family get together at my Aunty Sarah and Uncle Phillips house and we decided to play a game that we call Poetry Blitz. The aim of the game is we basically go around in a circle and whoevers turn it is gets to pick a topic, then the rest of us create a small poem about the topic and the person who picks the topic decides who wrote the best poem.

We got some absolute belters on the night and I just have to share what we came up with.
So this topic in particular was 'Cricket' and the winner was my Aunty Sarah, who decided to write a poem about Brad Hogg, who was her favourite Scorcher. It goes like this

Hoggy, Hoggy, Hoggy
You are the greatest Aussie
With your skill and cunning
You made the batsmen wonky

You always got a wicket
Whenever you played cricket
And if you were named to play
I'd always buy a ticket.

You were better than Warnie,
I know that surely
And I think that he was labeled the best
Very prematurely

Your wrongun was a sight to see
But could not be seen at all
For you were such a master
That it looked like your stock ball

Hoggy, Hoggy, Hoggy
You made my knickers soggy
A wet sensation filled my pants
When the ball was in your hands

I wish we'd meet up one night late
I'd let you get one through my gate
You loved to play on a sticky wicket
So come on Hoggy, let's play cricket.



There was quite a bit of innuendo with this poem which Uncle Phil was not that comfortable about, but it was heartfelt and powerful which is why I chose her as the winner.

What's your favourite memory of our greatest ever left arm wrist spinner?

 

[Kyptastic]

It's got to be the flipper to Andy Flower in the 03 World Cup. As good a ball as anyone has bowled.

 

[jle101]

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