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Vic Johnston

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Dec 1, 2016
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AFL Club
Western Bulldogs
Cricket is my bag and when not playing/spectating, I write a little poetry about the game.

It's from my own perspective and experiences having played club cricket for more years than I care to remember, sometimes I expand into the international arena when so inspired, though all in all, it's very much tongue in cheek and just a bit a craic really !

I like to think there's something you can relate too, even if you're not a cricket buff ?

Cheers !

Here's the link : https://www.bigfooty.com/forum/threads/vics-poetry-cont.1153648/
 
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Cricket is my bag and when not playing/spectating, I write a little poetry about the game.

Mainly from my own perspective and experiences and sometimes I expand into the international arena when so inspired!

Will be submitting something very soon for all to ingest and hopefully enjoy ??

Cheers !
Looking forward to it :sunglasses: welcome aboard.
 
Money maketh not a man, nor a good cricketer come to think of it !

A Gentleman of Wealth

A gentleman of wealth, enquiring after my health
asked me to his plush abode,
thinking I'd been blessed, I agreed to his request
so together in his sports car, off we rode

His house was mighty fine, likewise, the vintage wine
sipped from crystal glass,
vast rooms full of art deco, contrasted to the echo
of servants polishing up brass

Then as was my fate, he took around his estate
over land where they hunt the fox,
as I listened to the sounds, of bugle and baying hounds
he turned to me and said, ' aren't I the dog's bollocks ? '

So with a look of disdain, I answered simple and plain
''I'm afraid, I disagree,
your car maybe nifty, do one hundred and fifty
but it only has two seats, no good to me

Your home may be grand, but I find it rather bland
bereft of frivolity and atmosphere,
I prefer my humble house, no servants but a loving spouse
and kids who fill each room with cheer

Though my garden's small, it's big enough to play ball
where we all take turns to bat and bowl,
now please take me home, no longer can I roam
with a man who has neither heart nor soul !
Well done. flowed really well. i'm not a natural poet, but I write short stories in my spare time.
 

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If you're into all that celebrity loving up? Then check out my latest poetic rendition of three certain B listers whose night on the red carpet went belly up thanks to a little poetic ratatouille justice?

Find it here on Vic's poetry thread..' Mr Unsavoury, Mr Obscene and Mrs Distasteful '
 

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