Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A gentle game
A gentle game Hot summer haze, play several days. Fluffy clouds billow, leather on willow. Fifth day it pours, call it a draw. Pick up the wickets, end of the cricket.
Hobbo's Poems 
is it something you follow, being a Yorkie? You guys go mad for it, don’t you?
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😂 I do enjoy it, but to be honest, I only started following it recently because I was bored during lockdown. The Indian Premier League T20 got me into it.
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I heard them say that those T20s make it more exciting.
But personally, I doubt it 🤣
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Each to his own Pete 🤣🤣
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Now there’s a sport what’s completely foreign to me.
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It is foreign to a lot of people Chel. they can not understand how you can play a game for 5 days and be happy with a draw.🙂
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That confuses me as well.
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😂👍
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Short and sweet.
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Not like the cricket!
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Surely
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😂😂 Aussie singer (mainly for kids) John Williamson has a song about wanting to play cricket like Alan Border. In it there’s a line “four victories to nil. Woulda been six. But the poms wouldn’t play in the rain”. Because of that your poem made me chuckle. 😂
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🤣🤣 I never understand why you can’t play in the rain either. Glad I made you chuckle!
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I’ve never played. Is it a bit like a mix of baseball and croquet? 😂
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🤣 That would be basquet!
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Makes me think of the song “it never rains in southern California” and then I see skeletons with bats.
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Hehehe!
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