Fixes and Mixes
Another saturday, and, no football in site, but we have to go on
It’s cricket season, and, my heart has fallen upon
The hard times I have, without my weekly fix
Of being with my team, and, getting in the mix
The earthy tackles, trying to win the ball
Passing it along, when you hear a call
Swearing, and, cursing, when the pass goes astray
You know the ball, wont be yours to play
So, with every ounce of strength, you possess
Chasing the ball down, trying to guess
Which way it’s ‘gunna’ go, with the next pass
But you’re sold a dummy, so you say kiss my ass
All of that to prove, you are a winner
And, before your mum, calls you in for dinner
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