My First Cricket Ball

Oh, this red sphere says it all,
How much it means, my first cricket ball,
How many wickets has it gotten for me?
In the whole year, I reckon twenty-three

Memories of me, standing for a wicket
“Come on batsman, at least nick it”
Wow, the ball flies past me
Is this really how cricket needs to be?

The crowd doesn't seem to mind and cheers on
I just want to go home and have at least a scone
Is this game nearly done?
I just want to go home and have some fun

Sweat pours down my head
At home, I would still be in bed
The game stops, can I go home?
Yes, it's raining, I am going to enjoy as if I'm in Rome