Let's start with the good news, on fairways and wicket,
We're winning at golf and we're winning at cricket,
For Graeme McDowell he's walking in clover,
And as for the Aussies, for them it's all over.
The Aussies of course have just got a new leader,
And, strike a light Bruce!, she's a redheaded Sheila,
She lives with a hairdresser – not what you think!
We're told he's a bloke and he likes the odd drink.
Our leaders are gathering there in Canada,
They're having a G-up, it makes them think harder,
It may be G20, it may be G8,
Or it may be G-whizz and it may be too late.
A Rolling Stone gathers no moss, so they say,
But American Generals come by their way,
And American presidents say McChrystal clear,
Goodbye to you General, you can't say that here.
Glastonbury's forty, but where is the rain?
Without all the mud it just isn't the same,
No pictures of people - all sitting down
In inches of mud, and from head to toe brown.
Your all holding Apple's new iPhone all wrong,
Or that's what they say when complaints come along –
The band round the edge is what causes objection,
Don't grip it too hard or you'll lose your connection.
Wimbledon's with us, the rules say you play
As long as you like if it takes several days,
There Isner tie-break, you wear down your foe
Till at 68–70 he just had to go.
St George is all cross - it was over the line!
England are out, but we knew all the time
That we'd get our come-uppance – remember Geoff Hurst
And the kind Russian linesman – now here's the reverse.
Ev'ry cloud has a silvery lining you know,
And guess what we need for our very next show?
Some flags patriotic would be very nice,
And now we can buy them at a very good price!
©JOS 28-06-2010