An Ode to Rangin

How many ways did I hit thee for a four, let me count the ways,
The hooks, the cuts, the drives, and then there were glances.

The next one merited a single run, may be one more,
But deflected by the fielder’s hand, it went for a four.

Then came the last one in the hole, in pace lacking,
But I was too brilliant for that, and sent it packing.

There Rangin, I had hit you for six boundaries in an over,
A fact I will never let you forget, you suck as a bowler.


Incorrigible Introvert

I wouldn't pretend I have a worthy tale to tell, I have only the ramifications of a twisted mind to sell.
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2 Responses to An Ode to Rangin

  1. Somnath Basu says:

    Given the times, the fourth line could be better written as
    “… deflected by Voldemort’s wand, it went …”; have never seen such a pathetic villain. As for the poem, nicely done!

  2. Just when you thought Voldemart couldn’t get any lamer, the movie comes along and takes him down by a few notches!

    Glad you like the attempt at poetry. And the incident described is true. :)

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