My Cricket Bat

My bat, long, woody and rubbery. When I hit the ball it flies like a bird.
I'm using it like a weapon
every ball I hit it flies out of the park.
Dreaming like I'm going to win the ashes with it.
My bat making a sweet sound when it hits the middle,
" Tonk!, Tonk! Tonk!"
The ball asking me to hit it with my best shot,
hitting everything that comes in my way,
when the ball hits my bat it seems like a bullet coming out of a shot gun
flying through the air,
when I hit the ball it travels faster than a light.
When I pick my bat up it re-energises
smashing every ball to the next street.
My bat with red marks telling everyone not to mess with my bat and me

I DONT LIKE CRICKET. I LOVE IT.