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Wimbledon - Poem by VICTORIA GEORGE

I used to love Wimbledon so
With Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe
Now it’s just a big pain
With gals from the Ukraine
They’re all interchangeable now

The game used to have lots of zest
Not just about who played it best
It was pure TV delight
To watch them all fight
But with such - a lot of finesse

Borg wore the Wimbledon crown
McEnroe threw his racket around
Becker’s joy when he won
Nastase’s sense of fun
While Connors was centre court clown

Pat Cash (for me) caused a foul
When he blew his nose on his towel
Federer’s real good at hitting
But his habit of spitting
Has me - emitting a howl

copyright Victoria George

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2008

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