They are not feared as once they were,
Their names no longer known worldwide,
While those that were are held on high,
Regarded like another side.
A height to which they can’t aspire,
With franchise cricket now alive,
Devouring those who bowl some spin,
And swallowing each cover drive.
This benefits your Bangladesh,
Afghanistan and all the rest,
Whose feet on ladders step up rungs,
By beating Windies in a test.
Exerting control like once they did,
It’s fair to say that 508,
Would not sit well with any of
Those countless lightning greats.
Nor would those pitiful collapses
Under Clive Lloyd or Richards do,
We thought they’d always give us joy,
Forgive us, sirs, we never knew
How far West Indies cricket had
When left ignored the room to fall,
It’s hard to watch them scratch about,
When once they stood astride them all.