Exceptional Some folks ain't what they seem The Inn at Blackpool : Cricket the Critic by Stu Harrell Share A Story In A Poem contest entry

Now August rolls around And the kids try to impress Homer tried for football Polly tried for chess A sittin' in the grandstand Was a noisy kid with sneers A pokin' fun at one and all Far short of any cheers Now he was so annoying A thumpin' noisy jeers Some called him "chirping Cricket" Others thought he hid his fears Rumor he came from another school And something had slowly healed He'd been a sport of some sort But was hurt on a playing field He bellowed aloud "Homer, you're fat" Ha! "Polly lost all of her pawns" And left the rabbit in the hat But slowly, they improved And Polly earned a ring Homer blocked a field goal Polly trapped the King Finally prom had come And Cricket slurped the bowl Never one to miss the stage He finally bared his soul "I know you didn't like me Amidst the poke and pan" "But admit I made you better I was your biggest fan" The War had come And the kids all scattered Homer drove a tank Polly nursed bodies shattered Word said Cricket was in England Maybe full of preen and prance But in early June of '44 Our Cricket jumped into France Recognized Author Notes As most of you know ....D-Day June 6, 1944....the allied invasion of France was preceded by an airborne assault behind enemy lines. Best Wishes and Good Luck to all,.....Stu Harrell

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