How Covid-19 stole the cricket season

The folk down in Taunton
Loved cricket a lot
But Covid-19
Now it simply did NOT

Nor could it stand it when people had fun
Watching the game as they sat in the sun

It did not like cricket, it’s sixes and fours
It did not like cricket, it’s nail biting draws
It did not like cricket, ball pitted ‘gainst bat
It did not like Stumpy, nor Brian the cat

Though starting the season twelve points in arrears
It wasn’t a reason for tantrums or tears
‘Cos nobody doubted, ‘twas no cause for worry
We’d soon climb the table, past Essex and Surrey

Then Covid-19 it arrived in the land
Cancelling all of the games that were planned
Though one silver lining, by some it was said
Came when ‘The Hundred’ was knocked on its head

That Coronavirus – it’s got such a nerve-er
We’ll none of us now get to see van der Merwe
No Overton J and no Overton C
No Abel, no Davey, and no Louie G

The game can’t be played in the way that is peachy
Crowding the bat when the ball is with Leachy
Cos fielding is hard with corona’s insistence
That players must all still maintain social distance

The floodlights this year then won’t light up the skies
And hearts won’t be lifted by Hildy’s off drives
Tom Banton won’t race to a fifty from twelve
And dreams of the title we’ll just have to shelve

Though sadly for some, they must sit all alone
Let’s fondly recall still. balls lost in the Tone
And while, for our safety, we must hide away
We’ll comfort ourselves with the odd cider day

Additional verses following the lifting of restrictions in the late summer of 2020:

And when this is over and Covid is gone
When everything’s right and there’s nothing that’s wrong
We’ll all meet again on some fine sunny day
At the place we all love, for a full day of play

So Covid restrictions were lifted at last
Allowing the games of Vitality Blast
And though we weren’t there to cheer on our team
Even at work we all watched the live stream

Goldsworthy, Babar and Davies and Smeed
All did their best in the team’s hour of need
But T20 glory was just not to be
Despite all the efforts of Lammonby T

But how we would love now if only we could
To be there in person at St James’ Wood
To witness Tom Abell, the years final job
Lifting the Trophy of a Willis named Bob

Though Covid-19 remains with us still
Cricket goes on as it always will
And it will not stop what we all long to see
Somerset winning the BWT

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Other half hearted attempts at comic poems:

To read ‘How the Grinch, and Covid, stole General Practices Christmas’, click here

And for ‘Twas the week before Christmas’, click here