Poetic Commentary
Don’t Blush Baby
As Chris Gayle was awestruck by the Browning …
Oops! He lost his grounding …
Sweet nothings he did reveal …
An episode not surreal …
His head became unsteady …
Momentarily he lost touch with reality …
He was in a transfixed state …
Likely beating rapidly was his heart rate …
Likely soliloquizing off his bench
Chris was as pliable as a wrench
Let me flirt with this dame …
Hopefully she wants to play my game …
I have struck many a six …
But this baby has hit me for a six
She was stunning and calm …
My tongue she did disarm!
We could have a drink sometime
Meet some place and lime …
Don’t Blush baby …
You will be treated like a lady …
I will protect you from ball hits Will demonstrate reggae to sway your hips …
Even teach you to do the twist …
You will enjoy some rare bliss …
If Chris was trying to hit on Otis … a man
I would condemn his every action ….
He was hitting on a woman …
Warming my heart as a true Jamaican ….
Alas! He may have been caught in the slips …
Certainly not in a cesspool full of it …
The stench alone would not be bliss …
Forcing us to file condemnation writ
Oh Chris! The reporter was not about for a mate …
Nor looking someone to date …
She was trying to get an exclusive story …
To share in the “Big Bash” glory
Your sweet talk alone could make her blush ….
As adrenalin could give her a blood rush …
Even make her stutter …
Causing her heart to flutter …
We know when they go black
Invariably they don’t go back
They just relish our endearment
And are awestruck by our endowment …
Ah, ah, ah ….
By Hopeton O’Connor-Dennie who is a poet, satirist, also the Senior International Correspondent &
Photojournalist for Vision Newspaper Canada.
Foot Note
As part of Black History Month we try to highlight our successes, our uniqueness … that which lends making us as a people of coulor being so colourful and talented.
This poem is about Cricket Superstar Chris Gayle trying to pick up a white Australian reporter on live television. He was condemned for his “poor taste” ….
