"lally" poems
Leicestershire's Alan Mullally
Loved getting a 5 wicket tally
Landing the seam
On wickets of green
Would drive the opponents do-lally.
He was tall and he was lean
But he was never really mean
He kept it tight
Thru day and night
The best that Leicestershire's seen
One day he scored twenty-four
Pakistan were on the floor
He hit it miles
Akram had piles
That just might settle the score.
In the world he reached number two
It was a lovely thing to do
He bowled so straight
He moved it late
A great seamer through and through.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:30 PM UTC
Lally day, lally doo, how do you do?
Beautiful lady I have seen on the meadow
I stopped to tie my shoe, I have no clue
Taking my time just to see her out my window.
Stuck and frozen when I saw you,
You just came from out of the blue
I would like to see time bend,
Stuck in the moment that would never end.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
**** about face, I seem to get things,
Always putting my foot in my mouth.
I’m do-lally tap as me mum always says.
A great big apeth, just like my dad.
But you my dear, help me think clear
you’re the only thing seemingly right.
I may be a wally, I may be a ***
But I want to dance with you tonight.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC