So Wimbledon gets underway today. Here’s a poem from last year to get us in the mood!
South West London, the place to be
For tennis and a Strawberry Tea
Where whites abound and racquets meet
On grass courts with the pure elite
And points meet cheers or harrowed gasps
From crowds with brollies tightly clasped
While green and purple hues arise
As balls in play await the prize.
For two whole weeks the games go on
The matches played, the days are long
The players come, the players go
The sets and games, the seeds to sow
Until the final games are played
And victories are not delayed
Declaring each a champion
For those who win at Wimbledon.
South West London, the place to catch
When the umpire says “game, set, match!”