It is cricket’s last day
The winner is the best team
At least for today.
Again the madness in May
Will begin with IPL’s cream
Battling it out, pundits say.
The crowd is currently fey
As reality mirrors a dream
We say sometimes yay!
When the ball turns, it’s nay
Cassandra croakings stream
Online, for blue blood we bay.
With a reverse sweep by the way
Our hearts beat again as we lean
Towards thoughts of a win gay.
We clutch at straws to make hay
Utter curses which are mean
Only to forget when we lay
Down to sleep, the cost we pay.
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