IMITATED FROM WORDSWORTH - James Joseph Sylvester Poems


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He brought a team from Inversnaid
    To play our Third Fifteen,
A man whom none of us had played
    And very few had seen.

He weighed not less than eighteen stone,
    And to a practised eye
He seemed as little fit to run
    As he was fit to fly.

He looked so clumsy and so slow,
    And made so little fuss;
But he got in behind -- and oh,
    The difference to us!