I'll have an old fashioned
We’ve read that Test cricket’s nearly dead
Clearly in a spin checked in to a sick bed
Really fills me with dread could still be fed
If well led & go where angels fear to tread
Been bled and if to T20 wed will be rationed
Why my plea for lunch & tea so impassioned
No modern mantra more tantra & old fashioned
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