Leather on willow and afternoon teas <br />Plum bread with butter and slices of cheese <br />In the pavilion ladies cut bread <br />Should anyone fancy a sandwich instead <br /> <br />Up on the scoreboard one’s bowled out for six <br />The villager’s scowl all suspecting fowl tricks <br />Now at the crease is old Brown with back bent <br />And red leather ball into orbit near sent <br /> <br />Runs thick and fast, Brown got us back level <br />Jones LBW, left our last man Neville <br />Striding out gamely we need just one more <br />They fed him a googly which he smashed for four <br /> <br />Our village triumphant we won fair and square <br />I sat munching plum bread and cheese in my chair <br />The other side lost boy oh boy what a wheeze <br />Cos its leather on willow and afternoon teas <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles
