"sidebottom" poems
The Tigers were sent in to bat,
Could England make the most of that?
Tamim was put down,
Sidebottom did frown,
Then he bowled much too short, the pratt.
One hundred did Tamim then make,
When needed, he applied the brake,
But the rest of his side,
Though I'm sure that they tried,
Come on guys, stay in for Pete's sake!
When batting, my England weren't great,
The Tigers gave the match on a plate.
The catches they muffed them,
And the keeper he stuffed them.
Shape up Tigers, before it's loo late!
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 3:16 AM UTC
That chap we'd all forgotten
You know, with temper rotten
Full of fire and flair
Masses of curly hair
It's furious Ryan Sidebottom.
Graeme Smith is great
If you want someone to hate
There was a nick
the lying *****
His presense again does grate
That man has no **** SKILL
And him I'd like to ****
His ears not SHARPER
Bloody Darly HARPER
I know I need a PILL
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:57 PM UTC