Treasure Island

Jim O'Donnell

(That old my birth certs is expired / Glasgow)

Wimbledon


Wimbledon comes but once a year
For just two weeks of every year
Come rain or shine the game goes on
To aim to be champion of Wimbledon

The centre court the main event
Where all their skill and energy’s vent
The ball it flies at great speed
With hopes that your opponent is beat

To hear the roaring of the crowd
When all around you shouting loud
The pressure’s on you keep your cool
Willpower drives you through the pain

The match is yours you won the game
To join the honors list hall of fame
The cup it’s shining in the light
Because you were on your game this night


03 07 2009
Chellaston

Submitted: Friday, July 03, 2009

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