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God is an Englishman

It is often said that cricket is a game of the sea

If this is true then I suppose

That God must be an Englishman

 

Kent Apples 

I must say that I enjoyed the sight of your bare bottom

As you streaked across the cricket pitch

It only confirmed to me that ripe Kent apples

Are by far the the fairest of all the summer fruits

 

 

 

The poet’s wife has been known to run naked across cricket pitches in the county of Kent