Twas the night before Wimbledon
With all on the street
Bustling and hustling
In the brisk summer heat.
There were Britons and Aussies
South Africans too
There were many more species
Than could fit in a zoo.
They’ve come from all over
To show they’re a fan.
Though most of them
Support Tim Hen-man.
The drunks on patrol
Move back and forth
Though none of them can tell
“Which way is north?”
The night doth pass
Like a snail on Valium
When all that would do
Is a nice Spanish galleon!
Dawn beckons to us all
Like a big jumbo sausage
Yawning and stretching
While the Sun pumps up the wattage
As we clean and pack
Ready to re-form the queue.
A few more hours of waiting
What else can we do?
The men with yellow bands
Prowl up and down the line
“Tickets to centre court!”
About bloody time!
Upon entering the exciting new world
Through the gates of immortality
We all came crashing down
From the height of insanity!
Taking it easy
While resting at the Lawn Buffet
Simply admiring
Such a glorious day
As time drew near
We made a move
To see if ol' Tim
Could find his groove!
Entering the amphitheatre
Brought much awe
Found the seats
What a score!
We’re all seated
Along the base line
Three rows back
We’ll have a great time.
He started with such promise
And fight
Until the match
Became too tight
He stuttered and stumbled
But never fell
Won the tie-break
It’s just as well.
Second set commenced
With much fan fare
Ferreira won it
With great flair
Third set began
Providing many a great play
Once again in a tie-break
Henman got his own way
The fourth was all too easy
Nothing went Ferreira’s way
Henman won 6-1
And made Britain’s day!
To celebrate this occasion
We had some champagne
It went down light and easy
Let’s have the same again!
During our champers
Henin’s match had begun
By the time we had finished
The match was almost done!