cricket – Pete's Limericks

Out of her crease

Understandably peeved, poor Miss Pickett
Exclaimed “No! That’s simply not cricket!
You can’t have your way,
And then call end of play,
Leaving me with a damp, sticky wicket!”

Maiden

A young lad and his lass, down in Dover,
Were having a romp in the clover:
He said “Let’s play cricket!”
She said “You can stick it!”
He did, and he bowled said young bold maiden over!