A letter

Dear Messrs (messers) ECB

I hope you are sitting comfortably

Sipping on your Earl Grey Tea

To read this letter from me

Last year you fired a  warning shot

That ruffled feathers rather a lot

making cricket fans collars get hot

Whilst you did care not a jot.

You demoted  and fined one team of men

Sending them into lower divisiondom

Making them beg for extra yen

Whilst you supped a bottle of champagne or ten

Then you look for something more

To rip other counties to the core

Lets not allow some York lads to score

You all agreed with a resounding roar.

The season ends you go on jollies

Live up the time of tinsel and hollies

snugly under your ECB brollies

'what else can we do to be total wallies?'

Ah lets mess with the county scheme

That would be the absolute cream

Lets make it not so much a dream

Those members will all be snorting steam!

On and on and on you go

'lets make end of season a show'

We'll let some England players glow

ECB 'prison' for the other though

And so Messrs ECB

Let me ask this of thee

sitting with your overrated committee

Do you rub your hands with glee?

Has the death knell  finally sounded?

Has the County Championship floundered?

Whilst your bellies get more rounded

The cricket  clubs get firmly pounded.

So I wish you good day
In the best possible way
Nothing else left to say
Except, every dog has it's day!