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Happy Birthday to my friend

scfrankles! Hope you have a wonderful day!

A cricket poem!

Miss Frankles, crickteer and sleuth by okapi

When the clever Miss Frankles led
the ladies on the pitch
it was to exercise her head,
not scratch a sporting itch.

Young ladies versus gents, they played,
it was a quirky game,
but bowls and bats could not dissuade
Miss Frankles from her aim.

She seized her chance and launched a ball
on an astounding trip;
its first and final port of call:
a certain colonel’s hip.

The lucky strike brought ev-er-y
eye out of its socket
sparking mayhem when it hit the
vestas in a pocket!

Trouser leg afire afforded
excellent distraction;
Miss Frankles’ pluck soon rewarded
unobserved extraction.

From unguarded pocket, she pinched
a broken locket, swooned,
then was carried off, with prize clenched,
and on a bed marooned.

When backs were turned, Miss Frankles hied
straight to the curate’s door
and gave the grey-haired sleuth inside
a clue not to ignore.

‘My dear, you’ve closed the case with this,
we’ve got him dead to rights,
the other half on that poor miss;
he drowned her for her slights.’

Miss Frankles beamed from bow to stay
she solved the sticky wicket!
a sporting lass must slash foul play:
murder’s just not cricket!