The politically correct morons
Now in charge of Australian cricket,
Are blinded to the facts of life
As though they’re wearing blinkers.
Their massive, underachieving egos
Have knocked the Aussie onto their bums,
They refuse to select a winning team
Because they don’t like Andrew Symonds.
Because Symonds likes to have a drink
And to make a little noise,
And dares to say New South Wales cheated
By hiring an imported rent-boy.
A rent-boy named McCullum
Was brought as a ringer into a final,
And when Andrew Symonds spoke the truth
His words of wisdom were cruelly repelled.
Now Australia heads to South Africa
Sending their second- or third-eleven,
With little chance to win a single test
Thanks to the ACB getting even:
Getting even with Andrew Symonds
Because he dared to speak the truth,
By mentioning Mark Taylor was a cheat
And presenting them with proof.
The morons in high places
Are determined to bring the Aussies down,
Rather than check their inflated egos
They’ll see us grovelling on the ground.
Andrew Hilditch, a reject from test cricket
Who never really understood the game,
Now controls the selection process
Guaranteeing to make our test team lame.
In the late 1990s match-fixing came to light
Hansie Cronje and others were in the news,
When they confessed to taking money
To ensure their countries lose.
But the ICC did almost nothing; not even
Investigating the world cups of ’92 and ’96,
So they’re unlikely to investigate the Aussie selectors
Though what they’re doing now truly stinks.
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