The Sweet Breath of Dawn

‘The sweet breath of dawn brings the joy of the day’

A poem by Jisty Mumbles age 12 and a half

 

‘Spring is sprung, the grass is riz,

I wonder where the Bashers is?’

 

The Bashers is at Cages

Skid Row and Bambi been there ages

The rest roll up on time, big shock

never have so many observed the clock

 

To the bus, esky’s and kit

destroying the Mobikes and crawling through shit

sitting in place, get a beer in your face

Say hi to the new guys, let’s start to be mates

Arriving on time, the outfield looks fine

There’s a lovely big sun in the sky.

The new plastic wicket should be just the ticket

for Shuiballs to be smashed on the fly.

 

Antipodeans first in, against the subcontinent

Big hitters facing some guile

Canary and green versus aquamarine

Blues hoping to turn it with style

 

Poor field placing, leaves Indians chasing

the ball all over the field,

The Aussies they play, thinking ‘this is our day’

we’ll force all the others to yield

 

92 up, that’s enough for the cup

Customer Service has provided assistance

No chance, during play, to chase that down today

The Blues did fall short by a distance

 

Howzat? a run out, Parrot did shout

as Skiddy recovered his ground

No! said Damascus, adjusting his focus

but later no reason was found

Second match up

The Albion Cup

North versus South

Bambi gives it some mouth

 

Night’s Watch are put in, a confident team

Sensation to open the bat

Watford Gap have no doubt to give Rooty the shout

to deliver the first ball on the mat

 

The ball, has it seamed? My word how we screamed

As Sensation edges to Pope

Second ball down, Tampon with a frown

leaves the field with the same empty hope

 

Flustered but undaunted, Bambi is taunted

What answer you have to this mess?

He smashes it high, far up in the sky,

and gets caught by a man in a vest

[Click to watch Bambi get out.]

Living up to his name Guide Dog does the same

as his mates who’ve already fled

A man we call hat, did ok with the bat

But no toast due to loafing from Bread

 

Wickets continue to fall, the South having a ball

dismissing the entire Northern side

Only Birdshit they say, held his head on the day

Giving something for Watford to find

The South comfortably batted, wow a four Fisty twatted

bringing home the Anglian spoils

First games out the way, now the finals to play

another chance for success from the toils

 

The Blues are depressed, their first game was a mess

Nights Watch are still smarting from failure

White’s batsman are focused, want to show they’re no joke as

All of the others are laughing

 

Tampon shows some style, scoops the ball for a mile

repeatedly off Skiddy’s poor bowling

and just for a laff, hits one on the off

retiring himself in the rolling

 

Another 90+ chase, the Blues enter the race

Damascus facing with Porno

but this time they fire and both do retire

with runs but behind on the tempo

 

The final to play, old enemies in the fray

Australia v England the test

Into the field the Poms glide, pants on the outside

and Windy still showing his chest

 

Tuna Tossers are cunning, their planning is stunning

To open with two Irish debs

one over complete two back in their seats

Juice ‘n Tonic the order from t’Reds

 

Partners in place, Bridget flicks one in the face

Nuts knows how to break their resolve

Feeling sorry for their play, the Gap give them away

a few wide runs – dig ’em out of their hole

 

To match their reverse, Watford bat with their worst

who turn out to be best of the day

Odd Job finding form on the lush plastic lawn

and Rooty just stroking away

A comfortable victory, Watford Gap making history

in the annals of Basher folk law

New Bashers are named and poor performances shamed

Fisty challenges all to run 4

 

On the bus back to Cages, beers drunk, it takes ages

to get the fines session in progress

Fruitbox takes control, punishing to the rule,

Basher names, left hand drinking or else

 

Bambi did a great task, Bashers rose to the ask

A grand competition,  filled with jolly fun

And as Wham often said, before one of them dead

‘Fun and Sunshine, there’s enough for everyone!’