Big Book Of Cricket

The white pages as white as snow
like my mentor, watching over me
teaching me what to do.
If I can't understand the book, watch the anger seeth out of me.
I am a gloworm, glowing with pride
when I play a shot right
thanks to my book.
I will never forget the tobacco smell,
it will always remind me of my Grandpa
The black words in my head are a swirling tornado
The sentences are a chest full of treasures waiting to be discovered
The cover is smooth like a fish gliding through water
But the edges are as sharp as a chainsaw.
Thanks to my book, I will never go astray in the science of cricket.