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