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Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy put the mighty back in Blighty
Our riper sniper
Viper and pied piper
Didn't want to budge
Depravity of sporting gravity
But given the nudge
So off he did trudge
Issue won't fudge
Still got a grudge
The king of swing..conker on a string
Chestnuts curve...swerve with such verve
You rarely see him hobble our wizard of wobble
Still wiry and fiery...fit as a fiddle so he can
Continue his riddle out in the middle
Definitely more Harrods than Lidl
It seems unfair the flair.. his control in the air
Precision of a physician...our own homegrown musician
Magician keeping alive a glorious past tradition
With his own fantastic rendition
But Selector Trifecta Sedition
Means we've seen the last edition
Humdinger....swinger...gunslinger
Bellicose blows..predicts & inflicts woes on his foes
Audacious soul...born to bowl
Continues to rage..this sage you can't cage
Yearns to still be on the ultimate stage
Despite...or to slight...in spite of his age
Well why should it encumber..its only a number
Like losing an olden golden friend
We will never ever see his like again
Final fix of his bag of tricks
Reminds me of the Matrix
Masterly plan of this remarkable man
So smooth..sublime
Divinely refined
In the groove..prime grace
Our forever adored Time Lord
Who could bend even space
Ah Mr Anderson
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Toby Bennett
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