Oh, Pretty Adel-lady
You are so lovely, with your spire and picket fences. You remind me of home. Shall we go out for a drink sometime?
Oh look at your lovely flat pitch, so easy to bat on. Mmmm look at all these runs, so easy to make. I think I love you, perhaps we should move in together?
What’s that! You’ve taken all my money and cut my knackers off in the night. What’s that bulge in your trousers? You are a man!
Damn you, you evil tranny. I wish I never met you.