Cricket

Cricket

Waiting for summer, its too far away.
The Aussies are coming and we're ready to play.

The tension of battle builds with each day.
The Ashes this summer must go our way.

Their skilful arrogance stands ready to fall.
Like wickets demolished by that unplayable ball.

Come on you Aussies, come meet your doom.
I pray that my hopes wont dissolve into gloom.