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A VETERAN

Had Fate
In handsome mood permitted me to bowl
As well as Maurice Tate,
I should have felt remarkably elate.
That verve!
Where green is overhung by cornflower blue
His courage, muscle, nerve
Supply the double gift of Length and Swerve.
I sit
Glad-hearted on a bench and note
How Sussex vim and grit
Make red-rose Lancaster decline to hit.
To-day
Is watching weather of the golden sort,
And I propose to stay
As long as lads are authorized to play.
Should damp
Arrive to-morrow from the deuce knows where,
My set of bones will tramp
Pavilionward with Hope beneath a gamp.

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For bowls,
And what appears to be a crafty plan,
With eighteen little holes,
For goading men to jeopardize their souls,
I care
With fully ten times less the warmth I feel
If cricket-driven where
The use of turf is use beyond compare.
Had Fate
In frank goodhumour settled long ago
To bracket me with Tate,
I should have felt astoundingly elate!