Old boy, now it just isn’t cricket;
it’s not how we chaps play the game;
we don’t, as we say, like the cut of your jib,
or the way you court glamour and fame;
and a batsman, no matter how brilliant,
should know that he’s only one man;
his average may be under fifty;
even so, he should do what he can
to ensure that his side’s reputation
is neither besmirched or bemired:
a chap who wears ear-rings and doesn’t fit in
is a chap who just might be retired;
and, when a chap’s spotted in Brinkleys
it fairly well rankles with some
who, thinking the fellow a bit of an arse,
might not be disposed to keep mum.
We’re sorry, old boy, but you’ve blown it;
this time, you have come quite unstuck;
we can’t have you calling your team-mate a ‘doos’;
though we have to admit, it’s bad luck.
If only the word had been ‘nob-head’
you might have avoided all blame:
‘tosser’ or ‘wanker’ or ‘plonker’ or ‘dick’
are allowed in a gentleman’s game.
But, some things, old man, are not cricket;
and we fear that you must bear the brunt:
how dare you compare a team member
to something as foul as a cunt?
© Abigail Wyatt
Author's note: At least one text - sent to opposing South African players - referred to England captain Andrew Strauss as a 'doos'. which has a slang application of 'dumb c***' in Africaans.
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Abigail is one of the three founding members of the Red River Poets. The
latter will be appearing at the Heartlands Project in Cornwall, 29th
September, as part of 100 Thousand Poets for Change.