I go out to play every evening,
With my new bat gleaming & shining.
I don’t play very well cricket,
But I r not to loose my wicket.
Then I swing my bat and shake my legs,
So the ball can’t through and down the pegs.
“It’s cheating,” my friend shout at me,
But I still bat on as you see.
I go out to play every evening,
From my hand the new ball showing.
And then when bowling comes my way,
The batsman looks at me with dismay.
Bowling’s not my piece of cake,
But all the wickets do I take.
Because I turn and swing the ball,
And suddenly the wickets fall.
I go out to play every evening,
In my hand now the cap spinning.
I don’t know how to dive and run,
But fielding’s always for me fun.
I slip and scamper ‘round the field,
But run outs I do always yield.
From air in my hand when the ball gets stuck,
Everybody thinks it’s just bad luck.
Please tell me what you think
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The poem started out a little shakey at first. But it is a good start. It became more clear and started to make more sense the farther you got into it. As you started to rhyme the line is started to slow more nicely and had a good feel to it. All and all it was a good poem. I expect to see more peoms from you to see how your skills grow. i expect to see great things come from you aand hope you continue to write poetry!

