Bloody Bruising Cricket

Last line... on him black eyes did sit........drat Cricket...Don It didn't help his hemmaroids, Cos I downed old Darcy Pitt. They wouldn't let me bowl, the nasty game of Cricket. an out you go hows that! twisty ball gets ya wicket, sneaky buggers round the bat, the spinners you don't love, Not a sport for pussycats, inside the old gloves. And the broken fingers, He'll dig you out of bed! Or Tommos got the blood up, when you're belted in the head, It can be a bloodsport, screaming cross the paddock," Frigate. Frigate Frigate" (almost swear word) Alf he then reared up just a bit, 16 brown snakes fell upon him, if you please! Old Alf got cured when in the DTs, Linda-Marie South Africa you’ll meet! Srya Lanka fights the battle, And Pakistan and India are bloody hard to beat, Bouncing brain protector power. Why we took to helmets, A hundred mile an hour, Aussie Tommo bowling cricket balls, Could put you in a spin……(or a coffin) Joel Garner of the Windies, against the Poms or West Indians, Did you ever play the Cricket, The little creep . Blocked him back, He said I got a brownie, (brownsnake nasty Aussie) At em he did sweep. Were bouncing round him, Hard cricket balls , But the D.T.s in did sneak. And he started playing Cricket , For about a plurry week, Old Alf had been a drinking !st Line.... The Gentle men’s game hey…Don Johnson