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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
A calypso for the master A friend of mine is going to the Carribbean for the World Cup. He wanted me to write a calypso so that he could put up a banner. I don't know if it even remotely resembles one, but, anyway, here goes: Pacers seething under their sunscreen, Find da out-of-shape cherry, Smashed back over da sightscreen. Spinners can weave their spin Do their drift or bounce or turn But they're bowling to da kingpin He milk da gaps for runs. Ya fielders can sit back, drink a rum Or watch mastery over a pint o' beer, Ma'an, bring out da pipes and drum, His Majesty, Lord Tendulkar is here. He is da master of leg breaks, they hushed, And the zooter, the flipper -- he's Warney. Lord Tendulkar danced down and smashed And Warney look real corny! Y'all sit back and drink a rum Or swig a pint o' beer, Ma'an, bring out da pipes and drum, His Majesty, Lord Tendulkar is here. "He's my target," coo McGrath "I will out him," he boasted. Mighty Lord Tendulkar's wrath Had da pigeon roasted. Y'all sit back and drink a rum Or swig a pint o' beer, Ma'an, bring out da pipes and drum, His Majesty, Lord Tendulkar is here. "Fell him with pace, I can." "I'm da fastest," say Shoaib Akthar. When da ball sail over third-man, He look like B-grade actor. Y'all sit back and drink a rum Or swig a pint o' beer, Ma'an, bring out da pipes and drum, His Majesty, Lord Tendulkar is here. "I find a chink in his armour," Proclaim foolish Andy Caddick. He was send out of da deep-midwicket stand To look for da ball and his... trick! Y'all sit back and drink a rum Or swig a pint o' beer, Ma'an, bring out da pipes and drum, His Majesty, Lord Tendulkar is here. And then the silly Olonga He bowl an irreverent bouncah The next time Lord Tendulka' Make him fall Oblonga! Da Don, da King and da Prince Will all sit back, drink a rum, Or watch mastery over a pint o' beer, Ma'an, bring out da pipes and drum, His Majesty, Lord Tendulkar is here! -- Lord Imitator Comments via Blogger:
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