A day at the cricket

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This poem is about a day at the cricket. We went there with a group of work colleagues. All men and a lady. She brought her male friend with her. They were not in a relationship.

I woke up that morning, hoping to enjoy the day,
Going off to the cricket, to see a day's play.
Shower and shave, jeans and tee,
I'd been looking forward to it for ages, just hoping what might be.
Colleagues from work, only one on my mind,
She'd never given me a second glance, or a peak on my behind.
She came with a friend, oh my what a sight,
She looked as beautiful as a dawn, he looked a fright.
I know it's rude of me, I should be a gent,
He hadn't missed many meals, or given up a day for lent.
The sun was shining and the plan was to drink,
I needed to behave, but pints I did sink.
As the day drew on, we smiled at each other,
In my mind, lustful thoughts they did gather.
As the alcohol took its effect, looks turned to glances,
The confidence within me grew, I was fancying my chances.
I plucked up the courage, a chance not to miss,
It was now or never, I went for a kiss.
She responded positively, I couldn't believe my luck
Where would it lead?.............

...to be continued.
 
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One bit of advice, rhyming lines need to be close in length, just to make an easy and smooth read. One doesn't need a perfect 10 syllables per line, but within a word or two.
 
This poem is about a day at the cricket. We went there with a group of work colleagues. All men and a lady. She brought her male friend with her. They were not in a relationship.

I woke up that morning, hoping to enjoy the day,
Going off to the cricket, to see a day's play.
Shower and shave, jeans and tee,
I'd been looking forward to it for ages, just hoping what might be.
Colleagues from work, only one on my mind,
She'd never given me a second glance, or a peak on my behind.
She came with a friend, oh my what a sight,
She looked as beautiful as a dawn, he looked a fright.
I know it's rude of me, I should be a gent,
He hadn't missed many meals, or given up a day for lent.
The sun was shining and the plan was to drink,
I needed to behave, but pints I did sink.
As the day drew on, we smiled at each other,
In my mind, lustful thoughts they did gather.
As the alcohol took its effect, looks turned to glances,
The confidence within me grew, I was fancying my chances.
I plucked up the courage, a chance not to miss,
It was now or never, I went for a kiss.
She responded positively, I couldn't believe my luck
Where would it lead?.............

...to be continued.

Somewhere Stanley Holloway is smiling.
 
One bit of advice, rhyming lines need to be close in length, just to make an easy and smooth read. One doesn't need a perfect 10 syllables per line, but within a word or two.

Thank you for your advice.
I will try and take note.
 
a problem when one's playing cricket :)

It rains all day, then stops about 3:30 and play starts, then at 3:45 they go in for tea.

I would write a poem about it but cant be fussed today.
Probably wrong site for it.
:eek:
 
It rains all day, then stops about 3:30 and play starts, then at 3:45 they go in for tea.

I would write a poem about it but cant be fussed today.
Probably wrong site for it.
:eek:
no, seriously, this is the place for all manner of poetry. especially here on the forum and it's nice to see better quality writing, erotic or non-erotic, getting their airtime published to the main site too. sorry i haven't time or my po-tree head on right now to comment, but keep writing. there's a lot more here besides badly written pornish lines.
 
This poem is about a day at the cricket. We went there with a group of work colleagues. All men and a lady. She brought her male friend with her. They were not in a relationship.

I woke up that morning, hoping to enjoy the day,
Going off to the cricket, to see a day's play.
Shower and shave, jeans and tee,
I'd been looking forward to it for ages, just hoping what might be.
Colleagues from work, only one on my mind,
She'd never given me a second glance, or a peak on my behind.
She came with a friend, oh my what a sight,
She looked as beautiful as a dawn, he looked a fright.
I know it's rude of me, I should be a gent,
He hadn't missed many meals, or given up a day for lent.
The sun was shining and the plan was to drink,
I needed to behave, but pints I did sink.
As the day drew on, we smiled at each other,
In my mind, lustful thoughts they did gather.
As the alcohol took its effect, looks turned to glances,
The confidence within me grew, I was fancying my chances.
I plucked up the courage, a chance not to miss,
It was now or never, I went for a kiss.
She responded positively, I couldn't believe my luck
Where would it lead?.............

...to be continued.

The art of rhyming poetry is to get the meter right and don't push lines in just to get that rhyme i.e 'but pints I did sink' think to yourself does anyone actually speak like that? Not quite sure what ' or a peak on my behind' means a typo perhaps but even if it's supposed to be peek it still doesn't make sense ...... a peck on my behind doesn't bear thinking about at a cricket match so it can't be that !:D here's hoping you can enlighten me :)
 
It rains all day, then stops about 3:30 and play starts, then at 3:45 they go in for tea.

I would write a poem about it but cant be fussed today.
Probably wrong site for it.
:eek:

I see you talking about cricket, but your name strongly reminds me of "Stan The Man" Musial!
 
The art of rhyming poetry is to get the meter right and don't push lines in just to get that rhyme i.e 'but pints I did sink' think to yourself does anyone actually speak like that? Not quite sure what ' or a peak on my behind' means a typo perhaps but even if it's supposed to be peek it still doesn't make sense ...... a peck on my behind doesn't bear thinking about at a cricket match so it can't be that !:D here's hoping you can enlighten me :)

Peek is to take a look at.
Peck could work to I suppose. Thanks for your comments.

I see you talking about cricket, but your name strongly reminds me of "Stan The Man" Musial!
The name is after a nickname I had. After a famous football player (soccer, if your prefer).
 
no, seriously, this is the place for all manner of poetry. especially here on the forum and it's nice to see better quality writing, erotic or non-erotic, getting their airtime published to the main site too. sorry i haven't time or my po-tree head on right now to comment, but keep writing. there's a lot more here besides badly written pornish lines.

thank you
 
Peek is to take a look at.
Peck could work to I suppose. Thanks for your comments.


The name is after a nickname I had. After a famous football player (soccer, if your prefer).

that still doesn't explain what ' a peak on my behind' means! .......... a peek at my behind?
 
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