ashes poems lol

The convicts have come here once again,
To whip the poms, if it doesn't rain.
They said it was going to be five nil
They must have thought England's team were ill.
Now they will play on that sacred turf,
Who will be master, who will be serf.
We'll have to sit and wait and see
So have a cuppa, and watch TV.

The Ashes, The Ashes
come one and come all.
No such fervour for cricket
since Bradman's last ball.
For this country has fallen
in love, again, with the game;
the game was forgotten
through the losses and shame.
But with spirits rekindled
through the flash of Fred's blade.
And the stumps all akimbo,
what a mess Jones has made.
The tabloids are chirping
all the pundits weigh in.
But there's no urn for the English if the Aussies can win.
So McGrath and Shane Warne,
two greats of the game.
Enter stage left with a solitary aim.
To wrest back momentum
from their enemy 'the Pom'.
And make sure that forever their names will live on.

av deleted all the u kno wots lol

ii lol cos it was innapropriate

2 seaton burn college jonathan

andy why are you not in college?

av got a migrane jonathan u???

well i was sick all last night and my bollocks are quite itchy so they need my full attention

ok mr jonathan

andy i dnt think a migrane is a gd enough reason 2 stay off college as this is a very important yr

soz 4 been ill lol

u said 2 me u wer goin 2 the dentist anyway

well woteva u wanna believe reeli lollollol