Number 55, SW19.

SW19.

Roger is a tennis fan,
McEnroe was Roger’s man;
He loved the way he’d always row,
But that was then and this is now.

He watches every tournament,
And now and then he too gives vent
To anger if a line call’s wrong,
When he knows better all along!

The pool man often heard him say,
He watched the TV every day;
Whenever Wimbledon was aired,
To see how various people fared.

The pool man wasn’t very bright,
But he knew Wimbledon alright.
He lived beside a chip shop there,
So Wimbledon was everywhere!

But Gary, (because that’s his name),
Somehow didn't know the game
That made his home town so well known,
While he was living there alone!

In early spring poor Gary heard,
Roger talking to his bird;
That though she was his one true love,
Still Wimbledon he placed above!

He could watch it every day;
It was the best in every way,
Nothing better in his life,
She was an understanding wife!

But Gary was a silly berk;
In May he took a day off work,
He’s really just a simpleton...
He stayed in to watch Wimbledon!

He set his chair up by the door,
And from this vantage point he saw
Everybody passing by,
But he couldn’t figure why...

So many people rated it,
As in a while he hated it;
Nothing much that he could see,
Went on in Wimbledon that he...

Could say was worth a day’s lost wages
He hadn’t been that bored in ages!

© Stephen Saunders

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