'Twas a downpour of sixes 'n' fours galore;
The Poms only clapped, their legs too sore.
The crowd went wild, bayed for more blood,
And Yuvraj, he obliged with another flood.
Just after the game, I heard 'em voices ring;
"Singh is King, Singh is King, Singh is King."
Pause a moment, consider this irony;
The king just lost his vice captaincy.