Test cricket is the true start of the English summer
Has been a concern more than a bit of a bummer after months of the dumber & dumber IPL drummer couldn’t be glummer did discern my heart did desperately yearn for Test Cricket’s return and the true start of the English summer..
“Endless spell of hell fanned with pointless strand of “IPL” brand
Fascination with the same same machination.. don’t understand
Aversion to lame tame perversion of game they sell it’s so bland
Fell don’t feed gobby corporate lobby creed.. their greed banned
Stuck in a rut more windows shut tut tut but glut will still expand
Pray tell underhand coercion we plead indeed needs to be canned
Test veneration for deeds seeds sow grow in generation spanned
Still the longest format old hat damned like cricketing contraband
Hall of Fame heed lend a hand or best sort of our sport’s panned
Don't whine if for folklore you pine must draw a line in the sand
Not T20 farce but timeless class and your members pass scanned
No obituary atmosphere soaking and stroking my pituitary gland
Plenty more days of play encore holds sway.. bar dutifully manned
Raise a glass & use a comfy cushion for your ar*e.. getting tanned
Dad & his lad peruse grand views and hues from pews in the stand
No ruse planned muse evoking a beautifully green & pleasant land”
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