Rooty eclipses Sachin's sun

Let's toot & salute Folks our bespoke bloke Having a hoot.. Bearing fruit loot English cricketing oak  Celestial extra terrestrial Groot Can't be snooty about tutti fruity  Rooty's booty on lions duty As an Aussie would quip You absolute beauty Humble while records tumble..crumble Can hear dear old Bumble..no quibble  Told from red rose fold across the Ribble Saying for me..sold.. Rooty better Run getter...record setter  Fetter even KP...cricketing gold In the MCC heaven eleven Story of forever glory But never look at me Only one with a magnificent  Seven on the adored  Boards at Lords Top of the tree Despite his fame...just the same Puts on the gloves Joy of a boy Still really clearly dearly   Loves the game No rebuke..no fluke For our big grin Thin White Duke..batting nuke Believing his pedigree filigree  Web will keep weaving Nervous laughter Leaving Indians peeving Not being cynical.. it's not cyclical...but clinical. No retrieving the pinnacle.....puns almost biblical Our glorious grafter...after runs to every rafter Joe will nurdle...nudge Scoreboard budge..purring Dreamy silky creamy Drives soul stirring Lamps perverse reverse ramps whirring By hook or crook Snook past Cook with Textbook look & grace Took fifth place  In the record book race Will beat all the elite Breaking Rahul's wall Shaking Kallis's Palace Forsaking blunter punter Ponting..bereft at the  Theft..left..wanting En song hatching Catching then snatching Number one Dispatching..after so long Last post gong Love song of Dashing don..Sachin