Cricket Crazy

The toss they won and chose to bat,
But luck they thoroughly lacked.
The final match that was to judge,
The tri-series began.

Spectators they flocked to view,
The final match being played.
Amongst the beer and hotdog stalls,
The match they quite forgot.

The umpires came the first to field
Justice they did assure.
But when their teams were pressed for runs,
No balls and wides crept in.

The bowlers they were desperate,
The economy rates were rising fast.
Despite the short balls shoulder high,
Fours and sixes were a common sight.

The batsmen they were displaying,
All possible forms of dismissals.
If not for rules and regulations,
Who knows? What would have taken place?!

And then the rain came pouring down
The workmen they were running about
Lewis Duckworth system call it now!
For the run rate is indeed a doubt.

The rain it went away so quickly,
The match resumed and not so badly
The scoreboard ticked, opposition flinched
Victory was a run away.

A run away and one ball left.
And once again a commercial break.
When at last the bowler came,
Dam lights of mine they went away!