The answer to yesterday’s tricky conundrum was, of course, Matt Prior. The clue was the whole arse thing.
Only one person guessed is right. Congratulations, Suave of Republique Cricket. As a reward, I compose a poem in your honour.
There once was a young cockney called Suave,
Who blogged about England for a laugh,
They’re hopeless at swing,
And lost everything,
But he still loved them, by ‘alf,
Well done Suave. Tune in next week for another…NAME THAT BUM.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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8 comments:
I love it, thanks Atheist!!
The slightly worrying thing for me, is that I seem to know esactly who each player is sponsered by.
Why do I retain information like that, when I can't even remember family birthdays.
Very queer.
I thought you looked it up...but, if you remembered it, then, well...
Also, I would advise you to change your name. It is a nightmare to rhyme it.
Oh my, what a fabulous idea. I can't wait for the next, I want to win.
Yes, in the cold light of day, I would like to appeal the rhyming of Suave and laugh.
But as my brain is failing me for alternatives... good work, Keats!
There once was a blogger named Suave,
With lolcrickets like throws of Brett Favre.
Always incisive
And always derisive,
Your faith in the England would halve.
I concur that it's really hard to rhyme things with Suave. Suave, I suggest not winning any more of these competitions.
Nah, we'll just have to write haikus and tankas for him instead of limericks.
Fantastic stuff, David!
Getting Brett Favre into any poem deserves a special mention.
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