This is almost as good as the original!
'I met a traveller from a sunburnt land,
Who said: "Three vast and splayed-out stumps of stone
Stand in the outback. Near them, on the sand
Half sunk, a green cap lies, whose faded crest
And baggy form and air of ocker scorn
Tell that its wearer well those features loved
Which now lie beaten, stamped on; lifeless things
That now the world treats with complacent ease
And centred middle stump these words appear:
“My name is Aussie Manliness, scourge of Poms
Look on my bat, ye bowlers, and despair.”
No bails atop remain; round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, the tinnies rust
And dreams of once-held ashes turn to dust'
Oh, and I will be attending the one day international between Ireland and England next Tuesday. It's being played in my home town of Malahide, about 8 miles outside of Dublin. I saw Andy Goram play for Scotland there against Ireland many moons ago.
10,000 tickets on sale I believe. The local village will be mobbed!
I shall try and get a picture of me and a heavy roller, just for Tighty
