A Sunny Sunday

Well, after an unlikely England Test Match win versus Australia I thought I'd write a silly poem:

Dead and buried One wicket left, seventy runs to win.

Nerves are shredded, fingernails are chewed.

A catch dropped, A run out missed.

A tail-ender doing his bit.

Still the crowd hopes,

now two to win, an appeal, not out.

The bowler runs in, four runs, a win!

From dead and buried to a win!

And as a bonus Newcastle United won away from home!