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[aid] => Mick
[title] => An Indian cricket match
[time] => 2003-04-13 14:35:00
[hometext] => This poem portrays a typical cricket match audience which can be found anywhere in India
[bodytext] => Oh! the match is on; what a bore!
I soon romped into a deep snore. Suddenly! the roguish,unruly wild boars, emitted an ear splitting horrendous roar, the batsman had just hit a dazzling four. Looking away from my depleted potato munch, I began evaluating the crazy, possessed hysterical bunch. As the batsman smoothened his white dressing, the homely plump women sitting right above, issued their instant special blessing. The "flashy" piece of goods close by, soon knitted her usual game, the batsman is her current flame. The wise,knowledgeable men below, forged into a boisterous discussion, showing no signs of volume reduction. The rowdy pompous kids near by, transformed into deadly,inspired snipers, the fielders soon fell short of wipers. The dins;the roars;the jeers;the cries, grew into a turbulent crescendo, the law could do little except, to watch the fearsome develish tornado. Young and old,healthy and cold, all joined in the fabulous feast, man on that particular day in history, had become a wild carnivorous beast. My advice to you Oh God ! sitting high and low, do take care of your kingdom below. You are been reduced to a dainty doll, in front of men;with bat and ball. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 7 [informant] => ravi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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