Can England win the Ashes in OZ
As I type stress that old adage is ripe don’t on the eve of those Ashes clashes & bashes believe the hype
Discern we never ever learn optimism spurn as yeasayers yearn for the return of the urn
Cometh the hour not dour but glower our players will tower Baz empowered won’t churn burn as is our usual concern
Stokes a sorcerer who can the balance redress their oldest foes suppress retrieve the terracotta temptress
Not damned pretender repeat offender as they blunder cast asunder by the thunder of the baggie greens plunder down under
Boos us not besotten canned lose the crown again as rotten as tripe or the never forgotten sound of the should be banned bagpipe
Are we over egging the pud..pegging fanciful begging childhood falsehood that our brotherhood of wizards with their willow blizzards are that good
In a spin larrikin din Aussies chagrin love having a go at Joe & his lovely grin come on can’t shun must salute World number one and don adoring Root scoring runs for fun
Or the look of the happy as larry Harry a snook by hook or crook finds that nook..record book stun gun babbling Brook
Plus have Carse and Gus got the class of those with a VIP pace pass Jofra and Mark Wood
Will the founder Big Ben in sounder health the wealth of his stealth not flounder fit to lead his men as an allrounder
Do it all with bat and ball survive strive and thrive jive & stay alive for all five
Banter that bucket hat Duckett will dart..spunky from the start..from canter to a funky gallop ranter as he does wallop..slash with not just a dash but a dollop of punky panache
At the start of an away Ashes series always many a dope trope of hope glaring flashes of daring to dream
Finding spellbinding mischief of a brief blinding belief that England'll be swell well both thief and chief
Those fawns end as reality dawns another fatality series defeat each fan mourns
Or maybe not just tasty titbits and hasty gambits believe the hype put it in your pipe and smoke it
Become a crier for an outlier new beginning messiah not pariah each trier on fire got the desire are a winning team
As Stokesy warns our boys stronger no longer just pawns clearer dearer era spawns.
Reborn Ben’s men have torn up the famed Aussie lawns.. tamed and maimed their named hacks sworn scorns
Fab forget the drab jab that Bazball’s a scab…a planned cool dab handed lab which does rule
As mighty Blighty not only gave it a stab but ended that losing habit and did actually nab it…as they did grab the Ashes by the horns
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