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The Selector
Who very smartly goes out of his
head,
The moment he puts his foot out of bed ?
Who's never around when
you play a good shot,
But is always on hand when your forms not too hot ?
The
Selector.
Who thinks he knows
every bowlers ability,
And talks of their form and compatibility ?
The
Selector.
Who's often disturbed a
mans mental condition,
By playing him out of his proper position ?
The
Selector.
Who gives the team
changes an upset digestion,
By paying no heed to each worthwhile suggestion ?
The
Selector.
Who's got peculiar ideas
of the game,
And when we get done deserves all the blame ?
The
Selector
I haven't been
dropped,Please don't get me wrong,
I'm just going over the things I have copped,
You see...........I'm a Selector !!!.
WHO!!.....wants to be on the Pennants side?
Heaven bound
Three bowlers stood at the pearly gates,
Their faces were sad and old.
They humbly asked the man at the gate,
Admission to the fold.
"What have you done?", St. Peter said,
"To gain admission
here".
"Selectors sir, we have been
For many a weary year".
The gates of Heaven flew open wide,
As St. Peter pressed the bell..
"Come in at once and take a harp,
You've had enough of hell !"
