“Morlers – The MAD Poet”
(by Andrew Morley – 2007/08)
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“MAD World” - apologies to R. J. Orzabel
de la Quintana
All around me are familiar pitches Worn out wickets, worn out tickets Bright and early for an opening
batsman Getting no runs, getting no runs Their tears are filling up their
average No expression, no direction Hide my head I want to kill the umpire Nothing shiny, nothing tiny And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I'm
scoring Are the best I’ve
ever had I find it hard to pick you I find it hard to sweep When people run in singles It’s a very, very MAD world Bowlers waiting for the day they feel
good 5-for nineteen, get a hat-trick And I feel the way of every ‘keeper Catch and stump ‘em,
catch and stump ‘em Went to bowl and I was very nervous No line no length, no line no length Hello skipper tell me what's my action Bowl right through me, bowl into me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m
striking Are the best I’ve
ever had I find it hard to york
you I find it hard to spin When people guard their leg stump It’s a very, very MAD world MAD world Enlarging your world MAD world ‘Morlers’ |
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“It’s Raining MAD” - reflection after the washed out Decadilly
club celebrations
Humidity’s
rising Barometer’s
getting low According
to the web site Jesus
College is the place to go ‘Cos
today for the third time At
just about half past ten Specially
for Decadilly It’s gonna start raining again It’s raining MAD Hallelujah,
it’s raining MAD, so sad It’s raining MAD Hallelujah,
it’s raining MAD, so bad Rainfall
is rising Beer
is getting low According
to Adie Fisher The
Marsh Harrier’s the place to go ‘Cos
today for the ninth time At
just about half past one Specially
for Decadilly The
rain just had to come It’s raining MAD Hallelujah,
it’s raining MAD, again I’m gonna walk out I’m gonna let myself Get
absolutely soaked for the MAD It’s raining MAD Hallelujah,
it’s raining MAD Every
cricket MADster Cut
and drive and block and sweep Swing
and spin and turn and keep God
bless Noel Reilly And
Eddie Lester too They
formed a cricket team And
did what they had to do They
taught every player To
rearrange their days So
that each and every MADster Would
be ready for Sundays I
feel stormy weather moving in About
to begin Hear
the thunder Don’t lose your wicket It’s only cricket It’s raining MAD Hallelujah,
it’s raining MAD, more beers It’s raining MAD Hallelujah,
it’s been raining MAD for ten long years ‘Morlers’ |
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“The Ballad of R.
T. Harris”
Back in 2008, Andrew wrote a
match report in verse for a game against R. T. Harris – the link to which is provided
below…. |
