Just Another Black Caps Poem
Remember? Yeah, back before the start of the series
Back when we couldn't understand all the theories
The mastermind and the skipper, plan to deliver
The crowning glory, opponents standing against the Black Caps shall shiver
Pause
No, really, pause because I've championed many a warning
An elongated series, like the World Cup in the West Indies
Has left us admiring but yawning
We've seen a fair amount of Jeevan Mendis
But that's just a pause, time to get back on the wagon
The Black Caps Bandwagon, sounds clean and crispy don't it?
How can we argue with the form of Grant Elliot?
Even Trent Boult has shown that he's worthy
Aotearoa, thirsty for a trophy
Do we take a gamble and play two spinners?
Who will make up the game day Stable?
Is Martin Guptill smoking them out of the middle a fable?
In the clutch, which we haven't seen much, are the Black Caps winners?
We've seen many answers recently, but at least we still have questions
When things are going good they're going swimmingly, it's pretty fuckin' refreshin'