Stick

We're having a little compo

Younger brother and me

Put to the test, to be the best

Who'll win? Well, we'll see

Racking up some good scores

With screen shots for proof

The totals are tough, it's just enough

To drive you through the roof

Back and forth the battle goes

A right bloody old ding dong

Neither will give in, come thick or thin

Till said lady's sung her song 

So here am I on a train to Leeds

Giving every ball its dues

Let the sixes fly, not be distracted by

The women with gorgeous shoes 

But enough of my musing

Time to end this tale

Not lose a wicket, back to Stick Cricket

Sorry bro, you know I will prevail