Twenty-twenty a game of cricket
That me mate Lloyd, calls ' Kenny Cricket '
As the game is completed in a day!
Lots of sixes over the boundary-smashing windows

Fores sent rolling to the boundary rope!
Six's, over the boundary's rope!

Twenty-Twenty, calls for swosh & buckling!
Baters dashing for that exsta run!

Crash bang walop!

Razzmatazz, music blearing clerbraiteing sixs & fourers!

Not a game for keeping a straight bat!

Sneaking a run, maybe two!
In twenty-twenty, twenty overs, six balls per over
Should the game be a draw, then a golden over is played!
Sudden death!

Razzmatazz, music, when a six or fure, is scord!
The Americans are falling in love with Twenty-Twenty Cricket
Like ducks to water!
Then there's fifty-fifty, slightly longer, but as exciting!
How I love Kenny Cricket, Lloyd is not so keen on it!
Lloyd bit of a fuddy-duddy!
Stuck in the mud, is our Lloyd!
He's from Newzland you should know!
Born in the century were old dear Lloyd!
A traditionalist! Old fashioned is he!

Ken D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet