SEASON’S END
As Soul Limbo fades away
To nothing for the last time
Another summer is gone
Bat and ball all packed away
The bails lifted
The damp drizzle and dark nights
Winter’s cold begins to creep
Forlornly we look forward
To hollow empty weekends
Now wireless-free
Aggers, Geoffrey and the team
Still silenced for the season
Andrew’s pens all packed away
Along with Tuffer’s muffers
Five no longer live
Their easy banter tuned out
Shorter days now chatter-free
Such days seem long and empty
At least until next month when
The Ashes begin
MAWH, Oct 2017
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