Shane Watson Poem

He faced reactance rage of his mate
Rectified the batting flow with his bat
Why don't you get anguish lad
When many jackasses scroll yur back
Wat a watson, ignite the arson..

Wahab tried to rule yur moves
Didn't allowed even to move a foot
Plays at covers for runs loot
Drives straight, woes rarest talent
Wat a watson, plays like hot-son

Pak tried to smell the coffee
Returned them with dashing stance
You don't pull when team at stack
Shoulders mistakes of starc
Wat a watson, pull the ball son

Smiles like infant playing with cars
Cries like hulk biting the mars
Yur deadly curves dismantle my consiousness
Hope uh don't fix our nonsence
Wat a watson, flaunts a bit frisson

Clap clap clap...for introvert towards sledge
We know how much it takes
Yur bat like hammer of Thor
Perfumes the ball n sends to rope
wat a watson, hits casually a ton...{/b}