A poem about Don Bradman

Whenever Bradman was at the crease

He would play every ball with ease.

He’d hit fours everywhere

Waiting for Larwood’s arm to tear.

He made no one frown.

He was deserving of the crown.

He was the greatest of them all,

Pouncing on every ball.

Timing it with pride,

Nailing every stride.

Here he was, our Don Bradman

Frustrating the British Percy Chapman.

He was a true winner,

But he was a bigger grinner!

Until Bodyline arrived that was it

Bradman had to deal with Jardine throwing a fit.

We all thought it was over,

But Don began the takeover.

He played shots like pulls and hooks,

Which made him a common sight in the historical books.

All Aussies are proud of him.

The chances of anybody beating him is extremely slim.

The best cricketer there can ever be,

An inspiration for many people, including me.

His name should be written out in gold,

A player that has impressed the world.

Sir Donald George Bradman.