Lord Nelson ???
The Poms stood on the burning deck,
Cricket bats in their hands.
Like phoenix from the burning wreck,
Surveyed the sinking sands.
They rubbed their balls with open glee,
They talked of Waterloo.
Was it to be or not to be,
Could they escape the poo.
Flintoff's a ****** cried the crowd,
As Colly wobbled on.
The Jack was flying high and proud,
Blow up dolls, long foregone.................... :crying
The Poms stood on the burning deck,
Cricket bats in their hands.
Like phoenix from the burning wreck,
Surveyed the sinking sands.
They rubbed their balls with open glee,
They talked of Waterloo.
Was it to be or not to be,
Could they escape the poo.
Flintoff's a ****** cried the crowd,
As Colly wobbled on.
The Jack was flying high and proud,
Blow up dolls, long foregone.................... :crying