The following is a poem I made up about a cricket player, played for his country India for years and years, He played crap one day and the end result was , well see for yourself.
There was a little Indian who played for his side
He played crap and bowled a wide
There was a little Indian who went to the field
He dropped a simple catch and needed a shield
He had been the best
But failed this test
He begged and begged and ran and ran
But got egged and egged and got a ban
They never learnt, The stadiums got burnt
The Muslims got shot, And were left to rot
Oh Indians have a heart, have a heart
It’s a game
No ones to blame
Don’t be so lame….
