Sunday 2 February 2014

February 2: The Poms are going home again ...


The Poms are going home again, hurrah, hurrah,
They're going back to where they bin, hurrah, hurrah,
One by one they're giving up,
Smashed around by our team and Pup,
And they all went whining home, via phone, credibility, blown
Boom, boom, boom …

One more out means one more gone, hurrah, hurrah,
Some home truths being told by Swann, hurrah, hurrah,
Monty’s back, he’s in the team,
KP don’t like them off the seam,
And they all got on to Twitter, so bitter, their nerves, of a jitter
Boom, boom, boom …

Just what will we get in Melbourne town, hurrah, hurrah,
One more test, one more down, hurrah, hurrah,
Who’ll be next to board the plane?
The passport clerk has gone insane,
And he’s looking out for who, will be next, to run out, of the tests,
Boom, boom, boom …

They lost the Urn, got none from three, hurrah, hurrah,
We Aussies rub our hands in glee, hurrah, hurrah,
Get on the plane, back to the Dart,
Without the Ashes, without much heart,
And in four more years they’ll return, for the Urn, but they never, will learn
Boom, boom, boom

I think I’ve writ enough this time, hurrah, hurrah,
I’m struggling to get the words to rhyme, hurrah, hurrah,
One more sleep til Santa comes,
And they’ll soon be selling hot cross buns
So I’m off, there’s no more, when you leave, shut the door

The end.

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