And so we say - hey, y’ got caught tampering with
y’ jollies aye, what sort of cricketer are yah y’ mug;
and th’ response is tears: well listen here, crazy as
it appears you’re not supposed to confuse testicle
for leather ball mate - leastways not on th’ wicket -
or at any rate not in front o’ a slew of those clever
cameramen out there: that’s y’ crime Doofus - but
if we’re wasting our time - we’ll simply disappear -
On the other hand, y’ can stay in the limelight as a
patsy not understanding a bloody thing about one-
upmanship; won’t be the first time personalities so
deranged failed to see the game is actually all that
there is - winners and losers are all part of a fabric
woven with those fantabulous legends & fantasies
© 3 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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