Wimbledon

Wimbledon is tennis whites
And strawberries and cream.
Winning there has got to be
A tennis player’s dream.

Watching Roger Federer,
So cool and poised and Swiss,
I knew his lips would give
The champion’s cup its winning kiss.

Andy Murray played his best.
All Britain cheered him on;
But next to Roger’s expertise,
His oomph was up and gone.

There hasn’t been a British champ
Since 1936,
So Andy’s loss went over
Like a crashing ton of bricks.

And yet the crowd was gracious,
Greeting Roger with applause.
Perhaps they knew defeating him
Was really a lost cause.

It’s wonderful to watch a champ
Competing in his prime
And satisfying to pay tribute
With a spot of rhyme.