Cricket statistics, how I do love thee,
Thy averages in columns neat and fair;
The run rate’s pulse, the bowler’s mystery,
Each wagon wheel a map of patient care.
When scorecards bloom with fours and wickets bright,
And strike rates climb like swallows in the sun,
I read the game by figures clear as light,
Where every dot ball tells what might be won.
The partnership that swells from one to ten,
The economy that guards a slender lead,
Thy numbers make the pitch speak once again,
And lend the long day rhythm, craft, and speed.
So let the scoreboard sing its measured art:
In cricket’s sums, I find the game’s true heart.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2026 00:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Doggeral Dave asked me to write a sonnet on cricket stats after reading my poem "Two Amazing Cricket Facts" I wrote two days ago.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Bravo!!! Andy, you achieved what I thought might be unachievable.
...And thanks for Monty Python
Thank you Dave, very much appreciated.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
A sonnet to cricket an unusual subject for a sonnet but so nicely done. Some people do romance their sports and some people are married to them. Well done Andy.
So kind soren, thank you.
Andy
My pleasure Andy
Best days ever 🕊️👍🏻🤩
Very true Rik, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome 👍🏻🕊️😊
Well bowled, Sir.
Owzat!!
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