My Cricket Bat

The dark smooth wood,
As thick as a chapter-book.
What is it?
My cricket bat,
An object that means so much to me.
All of the runs that I hit just bring joy!
It whispers to me every Friday night,
“Are you going to hit some runs tomorrow?”
I say, “Of course!”
It is as smooth as an untouched piece of paper,
As long as my leg.
I can always rely on it every year
To be ready to score a heap of runs.
It’s average off the field, and a savage on it.