Delighting our Black Caps chaps
Uniting fans fighting nite nite naps
Gaslighting Indian foes mishaps
Rewriting those cricketing maps
As the Black caps hit their straps
Darryl the toast the host soul saps
Gunbarrel straight out of the traps
They unravel yet another six slaps
Our great festive carol never flaps
A late Christmas pressie unwraps
Flicks & tricks spate picks the gaps
Indian spinners fate sinners lapse
Black caps chaps claps & back slaps
Kiwi yippee we see diddy GP scraps
Even that fat cat Virat finally snaps
Zen of Darryl and Glen victory laps
After white-wash a chance perhaps?
Hitch both Ajaz & Mitch under wraps
No Will or Matt but still Indians zaps
The plush crushed can’t turn off taps
Out gunned out spun another collapse
Lush waves rush flush with Black caps
Grunts, groans, grimaces
suited to biceps and triceps
Became the discourse of Wimbledon
without becoming it one bit
looking at love
from your perspective
seems that I will
be rejected
should try and
find
a new direction
think you
get off
on rejection
complicated by
extra ordinary things
that how we start
fixing things
can't be neglected
got my needs
and I wanna try and keep
you pleased
sing me right
don't sing me wrong
don't come crying
when all you love
is gone
you can't make it rain
you can't blow the wind
worship
something more
than your selfishness
sing me right
don't sing me wrong
keep it real
you know what I'm on
get it straight
stop rejecting
stay on topic
you been
going in all directions
A young cowgirl will sing by and by
"Whoopee tie your yipee whoopee tie!"
For she knows how to cling
To a bull's ding-a-ling
But has nary a clue with small fry
I rubbed the side of an old lamp;
A genie did appear.
I wished for a handsome chap
And “poof”--got riding gear!
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