play! fantasy cricket poem

to play fantasy cricket poem simply select your fantasy poem from the lines provided. each poemselecta will select a total of 11 lines. these 11 lines must be made up of 4 batting lines, 4 bowling lines, 2 allrounder lines and a wktkeeping line. there are few rules governing the order in which the lines should appear. no batting line can appear below line 7; no bowling line should appear above line 6; allrounder lines should not appear below line 8. a typical example of a line order is as follows:

batting

batting

allrounder

batting

batting

allrounder

bowling

wktkeeping

bowling

bowling

bowling

once the poems selected please submit it as a comment to this post. certain poems may be chosen to be played off against other poems in either test ODI or T20 formats depending on the time ive to spare. the scorecards for these matches will be posted on this blog

therere no penalties for modifying lines. this practice though not necessarily bad is undoubtedly cheating

batting

1. thats that white cat thats those white cars

2. wield the goosey 1 end turny 1 end bouncy

3. biff bam

4. thought it was the police it was just the beasties

5. cant stand losin scooters that appear human

6. delivery n dispersal dalai lama cops flying food

7. smash it over the mtn over mid wkt into the valley

8. stadium lights the mist from mtn glaciers

9. glaciers sit losing shape when glaciers stand

10. from their places masses move stark as laws

11. m eye deep in an umpires eye

12. need to utilise m powerful arms

13. yuvi in a tree watching cricket

14. eyes lose shape

15. is it shaun marsh ors it tim winton

16. if ya patient the perfect wavell come to you

17. hope yr in yr eye n dont 20 something pursuit

18. puma pumice it remains a very big one

19. makes cream

20. fine enough

21. dont you ever call me by m christian name again ever

22. a foil through the umpires eye

23. football meat pies roos n wilsons holden cars

24. been shopping for stones

25. even glaciers stand

26. m bursting fruit

27. irrational area of the ground

28. dalai lamas dispensing calm holds catches in the stands

29. achievements a handkerchief

30. small foil shorts

allrounder

1. hip swivel rip snorta

2. n shape runs rampant

3. i drown in the spray of phenomena

4. from their places masses move storks

5. sperm gangstas members stand

6. m head deep in a whales pelvis

7. foil shorts long legs

8. shaun marsh creams

9. burrowmound

10. as if id been handed the keys to timezone

11. twice in 1 delivery time stops

12. raining runs in the city of runs

13. raining runs in the city of rain

14. mtn topsre standing room only

15. not blingstones or moonstones

16. bought a moonsnail

17. plants feet nails

18. is nailed

19. irrational area of the hospital

wktkeeper

1. cant stand

2. small foil shots

3. out the kitchen window

4. hussey in green

5. crickets great

6. quantities

7. sangakarra flies through scenic ports

8. intricacies of beauty

bowling

1. solar calculator

2. losin scooters that appear human

3. the grey cloud sends

4. mtn dew nothing like anything

5. groins iridescent w electricity

6. a shiver

7. ballsre heavy w sacrifice

8. the werewolf speaks for the wolf how is that?

9. run from the mtns

10. to the crease to the sea

11. rooftopsre sold out

12. the kendo might improve m batting

13. whats a sportsstar?

14. calls a zombelephant

15. if yr perfect the patient wave

16. passes through the eye of the umpire

17. umar akmal enters the kingdom of the zomb

18. how is that

19. wombants mounds a burrow

20. reschs dinner ale

21. topknotsre standing on the rooftops

22. a foil through the umpires eye

23. waves a perfect tortoise

24. irrational field of the field

25. yeah yas shouldve talked about the cricket

26. is nailed

27. it will require a replacement kookaburra

28. screamer dougies comeback plants

29. foil wrapped pelvis

30. m arses wrapped in foil the

mikeku

prior to the test of our ricky pontings lord mj clarked 23 tips for succesful living:

when eatin wearin

a hoodie tie the cords back

drinkin beam take it neat

w a single ice block

lose the ability

to distinguish batting

from not batting life

when laras sittin

on yr shoulders remember

that cats there

chew bubblegum flav

oured chewing gum

listening to joy

division think by making

sounds

to execute the

high five look at the

other cats elbow

on the ice road use

low gear n wear skins

know the policy

and when its practical to

apply it

doin yr hair is

less important than doin

things with close regard

to how its sittin

bowies suggestions

always demand respect

watchin truckers die

i learn no journeys an end

no innings complete

when alls left aheads

lonely winter indulge yr

inner footy hero card

i look good in warnos

lambo i look good in

hover lara back

craft to track you

hover in the air

trust the field to find yr cap stylish

coffee qualitys

in inverse into steak sandwich quality

only dead ends just a

tight bend turn n call loudly

run on buddy

once dead it is

no longer possible

to destroy any attack

wing attack must wear

the wristband

on the left

indulge man leather footy

hero card

select

pear

intense

blinding

noir

lambies

the 24th tip is:

goin out on a

carrot m more autistic

than diabetic

TAIT

m the black river itself

feeding on the flesh providing a

sperm that glows n

mouths tender

words ears providing a sperm that

glows ears providing

the love n responsibility my deliveries

are cold smash

into the bat mouths tender smash

into the bat smash into

the black river itself glows m a

force of pure destruction m

predator silver

words ears m force mms

down ya mouth

s tender river

providing a sperm n

relief from the bonds of human ears

i require nothing n give nothing providing

nothing itself feeding on the flesh providing

nothing nothing but

entertainment itself idve thought punterd understand

m

form is pure a long tailed sperm that glows stronger

than i ever thought i could be stronger than

yesterday m loneliness aint killin me no more here we

go kill m m

other i feel so small here we go we go

so small i guess i

need you baby feed on the flesh that glows

n mouths

tender words ear flesh

flesh flesh

m swordplay is not slick

but yr tied flesh kookaburras

blood stained n m

smashn into the bat kookaburras blood

stained kookaburras

madly reversing

providing mself thats freaky but i still know

whats cute and whats not

thats freaky

not driven to this but choosing

the black river itself m

silver predator providing

a sperm that glows silver feeding

on the flesh of m mother n children father

dont let me be the last to know

m father born to make you happy

born to make you happy

born to make you happy

dont know how to live

without yr love

predator

flesh providing love n responsibility

deliveries a sperm that glows silver love

n responsibility deliveries lovn

it in the middle

an over that is mine

you beg of me to be calm

words ear beg

of me to be calm words

dont wanna mess around

wanna settle down providing

love n responsibility the flesh you need mouths

10d

ulkar i may bleed

from m mouths tender but will not die

love take me on a leash to a place ive never known

but will not die leash to a place ive never known

farew el warno

this is a poem i wrote with the help of a couple of cats i know – pecan and jack – ah man i defy you not to weep from word 1

warne

so bad i want you

warney when you go away

i lose all my reference points

even michael hussey has lost all

meaning and technique

is all im left with running thr

ough my routines with something far

more complex than dedication now now

youre gone warney howm i

sposed to live without you each thought

of you is a lightning strike

that turns another organ to dust fl

ashing eyes glinting gabana studs n teeth

make constellations in the imaginary

everything hitherto

reals nebulous

you riddle history with bullets

and leave

nothing but

the hope of a comeback

i

need to see your thick fingers

flickin the sky again

and again my love

will not wane

day 21 poem

gotta try n write a fucking poem

when i didnt even get to watch any of

the fucken cricket i had the radio streaming into the emerald hill library

where i was working figuring if warne made that century no one

ld complain about the noise

turned it off when he got out and

stayed glued to the wkt column ticking over

on the cricinfo ball x ball

it was shocking to watch

day 19 poem – player profile for the profiterole mountain

eastwood : the man with no name

among those who are poor

and belong to the country

drives across the s

and spreads the dust

to reveal an unmistakabl

e form justin langer

leads his mule out the desert the boy

has shed

his poncho i imagine his eyes

are streaming down m face

check out what the ashes poet in residence has been up to over the new year here

player profile for kp

(mostly its actually about warney)

lindsay lohan : meangirls

those bars i had him drinking him

putting on weight him drinking

down those bars

hell take whatever ya tell

him putting on weight

now im queen bee those ruby lips cant excite me anymore

he channels all his brilliance into sport

all that he can sap from the world i didnt see it til now

he always had his revenge

from the top of the stair him casting a satisfied gaze

over the boiling crowd

he controls

people are owned by

him regina george makes all the sluts fugly and the purer ones

exquisite by precise degrees

the strategy is impeccable see him

executing a 3 way calling attack

him ponting buchanan

his conference calling techniques are honed

you should see him

disseminating information yeah the gags

dont make him laugh they only make him feel like catching

practice