SIXER

When with charisma
And charismatic
You hit the ball beyond a boundary
The willows trembled
And the whispers ended
With jovious shouting
The six sirs
In the field
Knighted by Romans
Turned to romance
And boons aplenty
With mill of the floes among them
And keepers and fielders
Finding it difficult to let go
And the slips no more slipped
Belly dancing was allowed
The tummy grew trim
And the one who kept the wicket
Could do nothing but let go
As it flew hard and wild
And sped into orbit
Every bit in orbit
This black sun
That Michael was holding
And Lloyd stuttered,
Un moored, and in swing with the lord
The bugles blared and the googles glared
Under the Saas and Bahu tree
That lost ban-yan
And started its flight
In the dark sun
That Roberts enjoyed
And Richards  and Malcom
Gazed with ease at
As it flew through the wind
Growing ever faster in the new sky
Since everyone stood for the common wealth..