Oi Modi you ******, yes Lalit,
Unpleasant to taste on my pallet.
Arrogant and so brash.
You make threats with your cash,
Your face should say 'Hi' to my mallet!
But Modi is right I must say.
The IPL in India should stay.
They cannot just give in
To all terrorist's whim.
Life has to go on, come what may.
Lalit K has a tongue and a brain,
Can he use both without causing such pain?
He works best under stress,
Well here is a fine mess,
Will he anger again, or refrain?
Tendulkar did something today.
Two hundred runs all in one day!
Majestic and cunning.
It simply was stunning.
No bowler could stand in his way.
How Sachin keeps on being humble,
Is enough to make braver men crumble,
If Modi learned that,
He'd be less of a pratt,
And my poetry jibes would then stumble.
These two things that happened together,
Were both better than English weather,
In the passing of time
One event will decline,
The other, remembered forever.
Two big things were hapening.
Lalit K Modi was ranting unrepentantly on twitter - wonderful (and shocking) to see in its raw state.
On the telly, Sachin was doing something else. Batting. Beautifully. Sixes have never been hit so gently.
I bet you all know what he scored, but can you remember what anyone else did? Or even who the opposition was? I guess you can, after all, it was only yesterday, but in a couple of months, those questions maybe tricker!