I took a stance as he greased the cherry.
He looked me over with a wide spread smile.
But I geared up to protect from injury
for in those innocent eyes there hid guile.
He ran with power to the chalked out crease-
leather held firm for the directed swing.
I, in two minds as my heartbeats increased
for the fear stitched with that devious sling.
He hurled at me with a tremendous speed
and I smelt the old devil as it neared.
But this time I resolved - I will not bleed-
for these taunts were no threat against my spear.
This gruff and bluff I have had them enough-
the gloves would be off if the stuff gets rough.
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