Rob Bailey & Me

The ball soared magnificently
over the tea hut
I watched from my follow-through,
my head snapping skyward –
this was a lesson, a warning;
good balls go for six. 

‘Unlucky Pete,’ they said, grinning,
my fielders, my team,
as I ambled back to my mark
thinking about a pint.
Rob Bailey once more took his guard –
he’d smite me again. 

I ran in all rhythm and steel,
the machine fired up,
hit the pitch, hit the seam, jagged back.
Mr Bailey missed,
looked to the tea hut for the ball
that rattled his stumps. 

After brief elation, first slip
spoke an agonised sigh,
‘He’ll be unbearable now,’
stared at me, almost cried.
‘He’ll be unbearable now…’
“No I won’t,’ I might have lied.

 

(taken from my book Silence…)

 

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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