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In cricket what is the definition of Stoic?

Who is the limited edition who debunks tradition

Who is the true rendition of heroic?

Pay heed to a rare breed from a special creed

The house of flying daggers

Batters staggers and Waggers swaggers

Because Neil..our man of steel…was the real deal indeed..


Weirdly underrated not celebrated and venerated

Part of the rated trio with brio but always number 3

Behind those more mellow humdinger swingers

In the Kiwi’s finest trifecta for any selector

As heaven sent as fellow lefty Trent and Timmy Southee



Hear the naysayers…but you could pick Waggers as not just 

The latest but greatest of all unorthodox players 

In the frame with Murali as the top name

In the hall of fame of alternative masters of this game


Not that tall or particularly quick but his trick

Gives it his all..could literally run through a brick wall..

Gall with the ball to enthrall..heart on his sleeve…will always believe..

Our mother load would goad..could explode even on a road..gives every ounce..

When it matters..Waggers will pounce and trounce

Shatters batters who flounce at endless bounce


That time when still in his prime he bowled with a broken toe

Here we go - the Waggers gung-ho..bravado…gusto show

Watch him prowl….that demonic scowl….the supersonic howl

That death stare…his flair to scare and boy he really did care…

Animosity and ferocity if not velocity on the square cavorting  

With sporting lachrymosity when they said he was done

From the limelight to the twilight…

No Southee leisurely stroll into the sun  


The bitter blow…was rotten how Waggers was so crudely

Given the heave ho..and rudely forgotten

Told to go…wounds never healed but still 

Shrewdly toiled and foiled on the field

After 17 years…more tears as he said tally ho..

Finally won the Plunkett Shield


Now this mighty bowling beast will feast..get his bounty

Up in the North East of Blighty for his new county

Won’t snarl and ripsnort again on these shores 

Departed in Dunners where it all started for this 

Star of any cast from the past..his final encores

Our genie in the jar with the last of his many five-fors


Which is why we should let our fall guy know

Saffa jaffa and heroic stoic Kiwi

Sitting pretty at the top of the tree

Alongside canny Hadlee & Danny Vettori

And your other brothers in that famous 3

Our affinity ..for the trinity for infinity 

That remember won the first ever WTC
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