"cricketing" poems - Hello Poetry

Even the longest journey Begins with a single step Tendulkar has waited patiently to be a part of winning the world cup The master has some incredible records to his credit No cricketer in the modern era can compare with him for merit Yesterday nearly 120o million Indian glued to the television sets Irrespective Of caste, colour, creed, religion or sects Dhoni and Co rewrote history after twenty eight years From the faces of Indian cricketers rolled joyous tears Cricket brought All the cricketing countries Unbelievably together The western Coach Gary Kirsten and Co were responsible For the Eastern thriller The great sport became the emotional healer and the gap filler And the greatest ever crowd puller Tendulkar has carried the Nation’s burden for nearly twenty four years So His team mates carried him on their broad shoulders Even Tendulkar could not help shedding his emotional tears It was really a great Moment for the entire nation to celebratewith cheers

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Apr 3, 2011

Apr 3, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

THE A WESTERN COACH AND THE EASTERN THRILLER

Even the longest journey Begins with a single step Tendulkar has waited patiently to be a part of winning the world cup The master has some incredible records to his credit No cricketer in the modern era can compare with him for merit Yesterday nearly 120o million Indian glued to the television sets Irrespective Of caste, colour, creed, religion or sects Dhoni and Co rewrote history after twenty eight years From the faces of Indian cricketers rolled joyous tears Cricket brought All the cricketing countries Unbelievably together The western Coach Gary Kirsten and Co were responsible For the Eastern thriller The great sport became the emotional healer and the gap filler And the greatest ever crowd puller Tendulkar has carried the Nation’s burden for nearly twenty four years So His team mates carried him on their broad shoulders Even Tendulkar could not help shedding his emotional tears It was really a great Moment for the entire nation to celebratewith cheers

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Quiet in that suspenseful kind of way. Only two people in sight. Well, three... if you count the man sleeping on the bench. I'm scared but hopeful that may way home will appear soon. Crickets are cricketing quite loudly in fact. It's as if there are billions of crickets flooding the train station But they are no where to be found somehow. Where do all the crickets go? Where are they hiding? Are there really as many as it sounds like there are? My way home should be here soon... ...cricket cricket... ...cricket cricket... ...cricket cricket... Ladies and gentlemen, the next Brooklyn bound is one stop away.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC

Rose-Flows

Where do all the crickets go?

Quiet in that suspenseful kind of way. Only two people in sight. Well, three... if you count the man sleeping on the bench. I'm scared but hopeful that may way home will appear soon. Crickets are cricketing quite loudly in fact. It's as if there are billions of crickets flooding the train station But they are no where to be found somehow. Where do all the crickets go? Where are they hiding? Are there really as many as it sounds like there are? My way home should be here soon... ...cricket cricket... ...cricket cricket... ...cricket cricket... Ladies and gentlemen, the next Brooklyn bound is one stop away.

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the Boxing Day test cricket match has just begun with the Indian bowlers out to stymie the Australian's run they'll be keeping their cherry ball deliveries tight so the lads from Oz don't get any easy flight on the wicket there will be a momentous Waterloo battle the Indian side shall need all of its line and length chattel no loose ***** going awry into the four's ditch they'll have to be spot on when sailing down the pitch in the first session of play India can't afford one mistake or their teams shall be left in the Aussie team's shattering wake as the innings progresses throughout the day the Australian side will surely be making hay the pride of both cricketing nations is at stake on the MCG those vying to win the spoils of the test shall require a flawless key runs aplenty are on offer on the pitch for the Aussie boys so the Indian bowlers must forestall their batting ploys

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Boxing Day Test (Sports Poem)

the Boxing Day test cricket match has just begun with the Indian bowlers out to stymie the Australian's run they'll be keeping their cherry ball deliveries tight so the lads from Oz don't get any easy flight on the wicket there will be a momentous Waterloo battle the Indian side shall need all of its line and length chattel no loose ***** going awry into the four's ditch they'll have to be spot on when sailing down the pitch in the first session of play India can't afford one mistake or their teams shall be left in the Aussie team's shattering wake as the innings progresses throughout the day the Australian side will surely be making hay the pride of both cricketing nations is at stake on the MCG those vying to win the spoils of the test shall require a flawless key runs aplenty are on offer on the pitch for the Aussie boys so the Indian bowlers must forestall their batting ploys

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Cricket fever gripped the sub-continent Pakistan could not wipe out the sentiment Against India it lost her match for the fifth time Even though Tendulkar was not at his prime This world cup turned out to be all Asian game The English have slowly lost their cricketing fame There will be a fight between the tiger and the lion Who knows who will surely win Sachin achieved every thing except the world cup I hope he will get it without any hiccup India and Srilanka reached finals thrice If India wins the cup I feel very nice

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Mar 31, 2011

Mar 31, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

THE FIGHT BETWEEN THE TIGER AND THE LION?

Cricket fever gripped the sub-continent Pakistan could not wipe out the sentiment Against India it lost her match for the fifth time Even though Tendulkar was not at his prime This world cup turned out to be all Asian game The English have slowly lost their cricketing fame There will be a fight between the tiger and the lion Who knows who will surely win Sachin achieved every thing except the world cup I hope he will get it without any hiccup India and Srilanka reached finals thrice If India wins the cup I feel very nice

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You are a cricketing wonder For bowlers you are a thunder You entered the arena two decades ago And do not have the slightest ego Runs flow from your magic wand Like pebbles from a brook Many cricketers your counsel seek You climbed the cricketing peak You have made tons and tons of runs In twenty one years And broke each and every record And you are our triumph card You don’t care spin or pace And have incredible grace The great Don Bradman invited you for dinner Undoubtedly You are India’s greatest winner You make every Indian proud Across the globe you pull the crowd You are great in any form of cricket When you bat, the ball is out of sight But one achievement still eludes you Your dream shall come true And you will be a part of winning world cup Then Every Indian with love stand up

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Dec 28, 2010

Dec 28, 2010 at 6:19 AM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

The cricketing Thunder

You are a cricketing wonder For bowlers you are a thunder You entered the arena two decades ago And do not have the slightest ego Runs flow from your magic wand Like pebbles from a brook Many cricketers your counsel seek You climbed the cricketing peak You have made tons and tons of runs In twenty one years And broke each and every record And you are our triumph card You don’t care spin or pace And have incredible grace The great Don Bradman invited you for dinner Undoubtedly You are India’s greatest winner You make every Indian proud Across the globe you pull the crowd You are great in any form of cricket When you bat, the ball is out of sight But one achievement still eludes you Your dream shall come true And you will be a part of winning world cup Then Every Indian with love stand up

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He vanished one fine day Left his cellphone on his bed Packed no clothes Withdrew no money from the bank Spoke to no one He was under no debt And otherwise too, He didn't appear distressed- Well, assuming so, Because whenever you would Mock him, call him a name or two, Become aghast and ask "Who gets married and starts a family at fifty two!?"- He'd not do much, He'd mutter few profanities, Or curse your favorite cricketing team, Or he'd just skip lunch, Go for a stroll and he'd be fine again. But this time he strolled away Without a trace Leaving you to scour newspapers everyday Matching the photos they print Of abandoned dead bodies, With his prematurely aged face.

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC

ghazal-tansir

My Uncle Has Gone Missing

He vanished one fine day Left his cellphone on his bed Packed no clothes Withdrew no money from the bank Spoke to no one He was under no debt And otherwise too, He didn't appear distressed- Well, assuming so, Because whenever you would Mock him, call him a name or two, Become aghast and ask "Who gets married and starts a family at fifty two!?"- He'd not do much, He'd mutter few profanities, Or curse your favorite cricketing team, Or he'd just skip lunch, Go for a stroll and he'd be fine again. But this time he strolled away Without a trace Leaving you to scour newspapers everyday Matching the photos they print Of abandoned dead bodies, With his prematurely aged face.

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With the third test in the series, now fast drawing to a close The Australian team is ahead, by a veritable elephant's nose This last session of play, they've scored the more than a run Which has not filled, the Indian side with a stump load of fun A substantial lead, has been built by the Aussie side They've held their nerve, on the MCG's cricketing bide Each ball they've faced, has not made them cower in any way No Indian spinners or quickies, have yet put them away After this match, there's sure to be a question put forward As to why India ne'er got, that prized win on the board Though they did attempt, to pepper Australia with mace They weren't successful, with their bowling or batting grace The series of five test matches, is no more alive and kicking As our Australian side, weren't on the pitch to take a licking India put in a supreme and gallant effort, during the game's play But the Australian side, were out to unmake their day

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Unmake Their Day (Sports Poem)

With the third test in the series, now fast drawing to a close The Australian team is ahead, by a veritable elephant's nose This last session of play, they've scored the more than a run Which has not filled, the Indian side with a stump load of fun A substantial lead, has been built by the Aussie side They've held their nerve, on the MCG's cricketing bide Each ball they've faced, has not made them cower in any way No Indian spinners or quickies, have yet put them away After this match, there's sure to be a question put forward As to why India ne'er got, that prized win on the board Though they did attempt, to pepper Australia with mace They weren't successful, with their bowling or batting grace The series of five test matches, is no more alive and kicking As our Australian side, weren't on the pitch to take a licking India put in a supreme and gallant effort, during the game's play But the Australian side, were out to unmake their day

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A thousand paper cuts to hollow lungs- a void mass loss of blood to blue like blue ***** cricketing through the vast red ocean -Kaya

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Aug 18, 2017

Aug 18, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC

Poemsbykaya

Untitled#23

A thousand paper cuts to hollow lungs- a void mass loss of blood to blue like blue ***** cricketing through the vast red ocean -Kaya

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And then they stopped. Little frogs stopped their night sounds. I couldn't figure out how to describe the sound. Certainly they weren't chirping for they were not birds Nor cricketing for they were not crickets. Quirky quaking. But isn't quaking quake, which means to shake violently? They seemed to be tiny ribbets actually Perhaps two whole steps higher on the piano keys-- higher than the pitch I have in my head. Perhaps even an octave higher. No matter. They were tiny ribbets to me. Tiny ribbets actually.

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC

mariana-miranda

Ribbet.

And then they stopped. Little frogs stopped their night sounds. I couldn't figure out how to describe the sound. Certainly they weren't chirping for they were not birds Nor cricketing for they were not crickets. Quirky quaking. But isn't quaking quake, which means to shake violently? They seemed to be tiny ribbets actually Perhaps two whole steps higher on the piano keys-- higher than the pitch I have in my head. Perhaps even an octave higher. No matter. They were tiny ribbets to me. Tiny ribbets actually.

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I miss home. Maybe it’s the feeling of quiet in the night, how the air seemingly stands still, the silent cricketing of… crickets singing their symphony of the night Maybe it’s the gentle breeze that graces you through the hot endless summer of the tropics Maybe it’s nothing more than the endless stream of tricycles drag racing down city streets. Regardless I miss home. This place is beautiful. This place, with the massive stream of culture flowing from every part of the world This place, with it’s beautiful, clean air, and tap water so clean you could drink directly from it This place, with the promise of something better - a life full of opportunity Honestly, this place is amazing. This place to one may seem like paradise. I’m not one to disregard my blessings, and living here, it is one, but this place lacks one thing. It lacks family. This place, in all it’s beauty and it’s cultural mish mash, lacks all the people I wish I could explore it with. This place, with all it’s opportunity and promises, lacks the people I wish could have a part of it. This place, though bewildering, endless, and… different, lacks the people i wish to share it with. Often my heart goes home. Often my heart flutters off of my chest as I lay face up at night, and takes me to another life. A life full of what ifs. What if I didn’t leave. What if things turned out differently What if they came with us What if. What if. What if. My mind drifts into this hulking chasm, one which the end of it stretches farther than the echo in which I use, curiously trying to finding the end. The friends I would have made. The bonds I would have connected, severed, connected, and perhaps severed again. The lessons I would have learned. The mistakes, shortcomings, failures, and perhaps even the way I dealt with them. How different it would have been. My hair style. My taste in music. Hell, even my skin color. And as I lie in that bed I start to miss something. Something that was never mine in the first place. I start to miss that life that I never led, the path that has long closed itself to me. I desperately want it, but desperately don’t. Caught in a cycle of would have been, should have been, never was, and never ever will be. Nevertheless, though the memories were never made, the bonds that were meant to be are still there, and I’ll cherish them until the day both paths converge again. I miss home.

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Apr 23, 2017

Apr 23, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC

Sxulace

Home Was/Home Is

I miss home. Maybe it’s the feeling of quiet in the night, how the air seemingly stands still, the silent cricketing of… crickets singing their symphony of the night Maybe it’s the gentle breeze that graces you through the hot endless summer of the tropics Maybe it’s nothing more than the endless stream of tricycles drag racing down city streets. Regardless I miss home. This place is beautiful. This place, with the massive stream of culture flowing from every part of the world This place, with it’s beautiful, clean air, and tap water so clean you could drink directly from it This place, with the promise of something better - a life full of opportunity Honestly, this place is amazing. This place to one may seem like paradise. I’m not one to disregard my blessings, and living here, it is one, but this place lacks one thing. It lacks family. This place, in all it’s beauty and it’s cultural mish mash, lacks all the people I wish I could explore it with. This place, with all it’s opportunity and promises, lacks the people I wish could have a part of it. This place, though bewildering, endless, and… different, lacks the people i wish to share it with. Often my heart goes home. Often my heart flutters off of my chest as I lay face up at night, and takes me to another life. A life full of what ifs. What if I didn’t leave. What if things turned out differently What if they came with us What if. What if. What if. My mind drifts into this hulking chasm, one which the end of it stretches farther than the echo in which I use, curiously trying to finding the end. The friends I would have made. The bonds I would have connected, severed, connected, and perhaps severed again. The lessons I would have learned. The mistakes, shortcomings, failures, and perhaps even the way I dealt with them. How different it would have been. My hair style. My taste in music. Hell, even my skin color. And as I lie in that bed I start to miss something. Something that was never mine in the first place. I start to miss that life that I never led, the path that has long closed itself to me. I desperately want it, but desperately don’t. Caught in a cycle of would have been, should have been, never was, and never ever will be. Nevertheless, though the memories were never made, the bonds that were meant to be are still there, and I’ll cherish them until the day both paths converge again. I miss home.

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Ever since I watched you act in the movie "Jagame Thanthiram" I knew there was something special about you You took on a very complex role And brought a lot of character into it Next came PS1 Though your role was limited You did full justice to the character of "Poonguzhali" Right from the moment you emerged from the water To your feisty dialogues with "Vanthiyathevan" However, your finest hour Came in the film "Gatta Kusthi" Where your character "Keerthi" had to undergo a number of transformations From a fierce wrestler with short hair To a simple housewife with long hair And back The scene where you singlehandedly fought off all those armed goons Is one I'll never forget For the rest of my life Then we come to the movie "Archana 31 Not Out" Though, in my opinion, there wasn't anything remarkable About the movie as a whole You again did full justice to your character Right from the travails of your job as a teacher Including handling a class full of troublemaking students And dealing with a lot of uncertainty Due to the impending layoffs To facing a number of rejected marriage proposals For all of which you assigned cricketing terms And finally the ****** scene Where you delivered a speech That brought goosebumps to one and all You are not only an amazing actress But also a wonderful human being Bold and brutally honest And humble and down-to-earth at the same time Yes, you don't know me Nor would you have even heard of me But I can say with a lot of pride That I will always be a fan of yours

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May 24, 2023

May 24, 2023 at 1:38 PM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

I Will Always Be A Fan Of Yours

Ever since I watched you act in the movie "Jagame Thanthiram" I knew there was something special about you You took on a very complex role And brought a lot of character into it Next came PS1 Though your role was limited You did full justice to the character of "Poonguzhali" Right from the moment you emerged from the water To your feisty dialogues with "Vanthiyathevan" However, your finest hour Came in the film "Gatta Kusthi" Where your character "Keerthi" had to undergo a number of transformations From a fierce wrestler with short hair To a simple housewife with long hair And back The scene where you singlehandedly fought off all those armed goons Is one I'll never forget For the rest of my life Then we come to the movie "Archana 31 Not Out" Though, in my opinion, there wasn't anything remarkable About the movie as a whole You again did full justice to your character Right from the travails of your job as a teacher Including handling a class full of troublemaking students And dealing with a lot of uncertainty Due to the impending layoffs To facing a number of rejected marriage proposals For all of which you assigned cricketing terms And finally the ****** scene Where you delivered a speech That brought goosebumps to one and all You are not only an amazing actress But also a wonderful human being Bold and brutally honest And humble and down-to-earth at the same time Yes, you don't know me Nor would you have even heard of me But I can say with a lot of pride That I will always be a fan of yours

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So... Which One Are You... ??? When It Comes To What You Do... Are You One of The CALLED... ? Or... One Who’s Part... of The CHOSEN Few... ?!? It’s A Really Good Question... On Which To... CHEW... !!! Because We Now Seem... To Have MANY Who BELIEVE... That They’re The GREATEST Thing... Since We Had... MARVIN... !?! A Man Who Was CHOSEN... To Perform And SING... !!! Just Like KING VIV... When It Came To Batting... !!! Because His Cricketing Gifts... Were BEYOND Amazing... !!! As Were... ALI’s... When He BUCKLED Knees... With Punching Speed... That Was BEYOND Belief... !!! You See... The Chosen Have Potions... Like... Poets In Motion... While Most Are Just CALLED... To Cause A COMMOTION... !!! Because They Run MORE Talk... Than... Walkers WALK... !!! But The Talk That They Feed... Is CHEAPER Than Cheap... !!! So The Called Tend To Be... A Breed That’s WEAK... !!!!!!!!! Who Are MORE Like Sheep... Than Humans Steeped In... ..... GREAT Qualities..... !!! When You REALLY See... How These People Be... !!!!!!!! ... UNABLE To Lead... !!! So They Tend To FOLLOW... And Do What They’re Told... Because They’re HOLLOW... When It Comes To Their Souls... LOST... I Guess So... ?!? When You Hear Their Quotes... About... “ Who They Know “... And The Places They Go... Because They Are KNOWN... !!! And The Number of Ho’s... And Nowadays Blokes... Who Give Up Their Holes... !!! So That They Can Get CLOSE... To Those CLAIMING To Be... ... CHOSEN To SUCCEED... !!! When It Comes To Money... ... Raising Families... And Of Course Being DEEMED... As People Who... Have Been CHOSEN To Do... What It Is That They Do... That Proves That They... DESERVE To Be Named... In... " Halls of FAME "... !!! But Heres Some TRUTH... That They WON’T Tell You... !!! That The Called Are MANY... But The CHOSEN FEW... AREN’T Those On Your Telly... Or Those In BOARDROOMS... Because The CALLED Are... ... Quite SMELLY... !!! Because They Get USED... Just Like TAMPONS Do... !!! While The CHOSEN Refuse... To Link Up With Crews... Who Get Things Confused... When It Comes To The TRUTH... About... Who Gets BROKEN... Because They’re NOT Chosen... !!! They’re Just CALLED To Be SEEN... Until The Company They Keep... Call Time On Them... If They Choose To LET... Things Get To Their Head... !!! While The CHOSEN Present... HIGH Levels of SENSE... That Present GREATNESS... !!! Whether Through Poems... Or The Passing of Tests... That Try To OFFEND... And Make Them CALL... For The Type of NONSENSE... That The CALLED DEFEND... ? Because They Choose To REJECT... ... BASIC Common Sense... ?!? That’s Right Women And Men... Who Like To... PRETEND... That They Are The BEST... At EVERYTHING From *** To Cashing BIG Cheques... And Having Knowledge... Which When You CHECK... Is Cos’ The Called IGNORE... Higher Levels of Thought... Because They’re CALLED... And CHOSEN To FALL... !!! Like NIAGRA Fa’ Sure... !!! I Don’t Know Anymore... ?!? If The Price of The Stalls... Is Worth Paying For... Just To See The... CALLED... When They Run SO MUCH TALK... That... CLEARLY Falls Short... !!! of Them Being A FORCE... That PROVES WITHOUT DOUBT... That They’re One of The CHOSEN... !!! And NOT ONE Who’s Just... “ Called “... !!!

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Apr 2, 2021

Apr 2, 2021 at 3:14 AM UTC

big-virge

"Chosen Or Called" ... A Poem written By Big Virge 12/8/2020

So... Which One Are You... ??? When It Comes To What You Do... Are You One of The CALLED... ? Or... One Who’s Part... of The CHOSEN Few... ?!? It’s A Really Good Question... On Which To... CHEW... !!! Because We Now Seem... To Have MANY Who BELIEVE... That They’re The GREATEST Thing... Since We Had... MARVIN... !?! A Man Who Was CHOSEN... To Perform And SING... !!! Just Like KING VIV... When It Came To Batting... !!! Because His Cricketing Gifts... Were BEYOND Amazing... !!! As Were... ALI’s... When He BUCKLED Knees... With Punching Speed... That Was BEYOND Belief... !!! You See... The Chosen Have Potions... Like... Poets In Motion... While Most Are Just CALLED... To Cause A COMMOTION... !!! Because They Run MORE Talk... Than... Walkers WALK... !!! But The Talk That They Feed... Is CHEAPER Than Cheap... !!! So The Called Tend To Be... A Breed That’s WEAK... !!!!!!!!! Who Are MORE Like Sheep... Than Humans Steeped In... ..... GREAT Qualities..... !!! When You REALLY See... How These People Be... !!!!!!!! ... UNABLE To Lead... !!! So They Tend To FOLLOW... And Do What They’re Told... Because They’re HOLLOW... When It Comes To Their Souls... LOST... I Guess So... ?!? When You Hear Their Quotes... About... “ Who They Know “... And The Places They Go... Because They Are KNOWN... !!! And The Number of Ho’s... And Nowadays Blokes... Who Give Up Their Holes... !!! So That They Can Get CLOSE... To Those CLAIMING To Be... ... CHOSEN To SUCCEED... !!! When It Comes To Money... ... Raising Families... And Of Course Being DEEMED... As People Who... Have Been CHOSEN To Do... What It Is That They Do... That Proves That They... DESERVE To Be Named... In... " Halls of FAME "... !!! But Heres Some TRUTH... That They WON’T Tell You... !!! That The Called Are MANY... But The CHOSEN FEW... AREN’T Those On Your Telly... Or Those In BOARDROOMS... Because The CALLED Are... ... Quite SMELLY... !!! Because They Get USED... Just Like TAMPONS Do... !!! While The CHOSEN Refuse... To Link Up With Crews... Who Get Things Confused... When It Comes To The TRUTH... About... Who Gets BROKEN... Because They’re NOT Chosen... !!! They’re Just CALLED To Be SEEN... Until The Company They Keep... Call Time On Them... If They Choose To LET... Things Get To Their Head... !!! While The CHOSEN Present... HIGH Levels of SENSE... That Present GREATNESS... !!! Whether Through Poems... Or The Passing of Tests... That Try To OFFEND... And Make Them CALL... For The Type of NONSENSE... That The CALLED DEFEND... ? Because They Choose To REJECT... ... BASIC Common Sense... ?!? That’s Right Women And Men... Who Like To... PRETEND... That They Are The BEST... At EVERYTHING From *** To Cashing BIG Cheques... And Having Knowledge... Which When You CHECK... Is Cos’ The Called IGNORE... Higher Levels of Thought... Because They’re CALLED... And CHOSEN To FALL... !!! Like NIAGRA Fa’ Sure... !!! I Don’t Know Anymore... ?!? If The Price of The Stalls... Is Worth Paying For... Just To See The... CALLED... When They Run SO MUCH TALK... That... CLEARLY Falls Short... !!! of Them Being A FORCE... That PROVES WITHOUT DOUBT... That They’re One of The CHOSEN... !!! And NOT ONE Who’s Just... “ Called “... !!!

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