Rime of the Ancient Cricketer

By Ricky Thomas Ponting Punter-Tosser

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At length I threw an Elbow Toss,
Through the wog it came;
As I have a cranky old soul,
Only the lad was to blame.

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A good south thought sprung up in my mind;
The Elbow Toss did follow,
Every day, instead of fair play,
It comes to the cricketers hollow!

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'God save me, the ancient cricketer,
From the fiends that plague me thus!—
Why look'st thou so?'—"With my cross brow
I shot the Elbow Toss."

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Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Elbow Toss
About my neck was hung."

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'Is it he?' quoth Broad, 'Is this the man?
Laid low by his wicket's loss,
Who threw with a cute breezy flow
The harmless Elbow Toss."

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