Mum's Over Cricket

• Zeke Llewellyn, Grade 8, Gloucester High School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Spread The Word 2017' competition

I woke up on a Saturday
Wishing I wasn't alive,
My son was going to play cricket
I was never going to survive.

Forty six point eight degrees
On that scorching summer's day,
What a ridiculous sport this is
Were they really going to play?

With no balls, boundaries and wides
What do these silly words mean?
I'd prefer to do hard algebra
Than be on a cricket team.

My son goes on and on about
His runs and other statistics,
But really when out on the field
They all look just like lunatics!