Far from the MCC

~ Est. in 1998 ~

 

 

 

 

ďMorlers Ė The Mad PoetĒ

(by Andrew Morley Ė 2007/08)

 

 

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ďMad WorldĒ

 

- apologies to R. J. Orzabel de la Quintana

 

 

 

 

All around me are familiar pitches

Worn out wickets, worn out tickets

Bright and early for an opening batsman

Getting no runs, getting no runs

Their tears are filling up their average

No expression, no direction

Hide my head I want to kill the umpire

Nothing shiny, nothing tiny

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm scoring

Are the best Iíve ever had

I find it hard to pick you

I find it hard to sweep

When people run in singles

Itís a very, very

MAD world

 

Bowlers waiting for the day they feel good

5-for nineteen, get a hat-trick

And I feel the way of every Ďkeeper

Catch and stump Ďem, catch and stump Ďem

Went to bowl and I was very nervous

No line no length, no line no length

Hello skipper tell me what's my action

Bowl right through me, bowl into me

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which Iím striking

Are the best Iíve ever had

I find it hard to york you

I find it hard to spin

When people guard their leg stump

Itís a very, very

MAD world

MAD world

Enlarging your world

MAD world

 

 

ĎMorlersí

 

 

 

 

ďItís Raining MadĒ

 

- reflection after the washed out Decadilly club celebrations

 

 

 

 

Humidityís rising

Barometerís getting low

According to the web site

Jesus College is the place to go

 

ĎCos today for the third time

At just about half past ten

Specially for Decadilly

Itís gonna start raining again

 

Itís raining MAD

Hallelujah, itís raining MAD, so sad

Itís raining MAD

Hallelujah, itís raining MAD, so bad

 

Rainfall is rising

Beer is getting low

According to Adie Fisher

The Marsh Harrierís the place to go

 

ĎCos today for the ninth time

At just about half past one

Specially for Decadilly

The rain just had to come

 

Itís raining MAD

Hallelujah, itís raining MAD, again

Iím gonna walk out

Iím gonna let myself

Get absolutely soaked for the MAD

 

Itís raining MAD

Hallelujah, itís raining MAD

Every cricket MADster

Cut and drive and block and sweep

Swing and spin and turn and keep

 

God bless Noel Reilly

And Eddie Lester too

They formed a cricket team

And did what they had to do

They taught every player

To rearrange their days

So that each and every MADster

Would be ready for Sundays

 

I feel stormy weather moving in

About to begin

Hear the thunder

Donít lose your wicket

Itís only cricket

 

Itís raining MAD

Hallelujah, itís raining MAD, more beers

Itís raining MAD

Hallelujah, itís been raining MAD for ten long years

 

 

ĎMorlersí