Owethemnowt Posted July 8, 2012 Share Posted July 8, 2012 I'm with my friend dennis About to watch the tennis There's a lad called Murray Who should be in a hurry He's playing Federer I think he's cleverer As he stays off the beer And turns up every year But Murrays never won And never has much fun But with his entourage He hits the ball quite hard Rodge, he is a Swiss I bet he takes the prize When hitting balls past Andy He does it like a Dandy The losing dice is tossed And a sad Scot surely lost A swift Swiss timed his ace And Andy's off the pace Genius ........ again it just comes to me as a 1000 year anniversary of the origin of tennis first played by the Scots at St Andrews Church, Wapping. Now I'm off to F1 ......... ever wondered what the 'f' stands for? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owethemnowt Posted July 8, 2012 Author Share Posted July 8, 2012 Owethem ......... I agree - pure genius! You capture the anticipation of a nation gathered on the brink of victory. Waterloo with balls. I think the poetry of Van Gogh would make an interesting thread and thank you for posting such interesting facts about the Scot's 10 year anniversary at St. Aiden's Church, Wolverhampton where the Euro became an invitation to become an Oxford Blue Owl. Love it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owethemnowt Posted July 8, 2012 Author Share Posted July 8, 2012 Dear Sir, I must disagree with that last post. Clearly you think you can write and while I like myself and to welcome contributions I feel you make a good case for abortion. So there's a good chap[ess] and knock it on the head. Yours, Tedious in Tonbridge. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Gobby Posted July 8, 2012 Share Posted July 8, 2012 Tedious is about right, i think.Oh and boring . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owethemnowt Posted July 9, 2012 Author Share Posted July 9, 2012 Tedious is about right, i think.Oh and boring . Illuminating! Eternally gratefull! How's the book coming? Give me regards to Mr. Tickle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Gobby Posted July 9, 2012 Share Posted July 9, 2012 Illuminating! Eternally gratefull! How's the book coming? ( About the same as yours ) Give me regards to Mr. Tickle. How's the book coming? ( About the same as yours ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owethemnowt Posted July 10, 2012 Author Share Posted July 10, 2012 Plaguerism! Mine's all coloured in. Red and yellow and pink and green Just wondering ......... did you choose that name? Keep living up to it. As I do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ron Blanco Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 Hello Owethemnowt, I think your poem is fine as a bit of fun, and it did make me smile. However, it didn't really make me feel anything much. To some extent you get across the inevitability of the match's outcome, despite the unrealistic expectations of the public, but I thought you could have created greater impact by choosing a particular angle. For example, you might have written a piece from the perspective of some pleb who could not get Wimbledon tickets but who was desperate to see the Mixed Doubles final that was being played after the Men's Singles. How would he/she have reacted to seeing all the empty seats vacated by the wealthy, the privileged and the famous, who were only interested in the men's final? Just a thought. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Gobby Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 Plaguerism! Mine's all coloured in. Red and yellow and pink and green Just wondering ......... did you choose that name? Keep living up to it. As I do. That's nice you have a colouring book.How novel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owethemnowt Posted July 10, 2012 Author Share Posted July 10, 2012 I am a pleb I beat a drum I found myself at Wimbledon Being a thicket Without a ticket I paid nearly double For the Mens' Doubles Final [a lotta trouble] The seats were empty I was shocked Room there was plenty The doors weren't locked The wealthy The priviledged The famous weren't there I did not care Is that the kind of stuff? Something that tells you how I feel? My pain in every pore. I sweated blood over that one. Don't tell me about rhymming patterns! My art is laid bare as if in a window for all to see. Gone for a Burton. I've already lost two ears in the cause of art. The horror ...................... the horror of art. And you who mock me ........... oh, ye of little faith. If it weren't for my crayons there'd be no comfort in this world. That and suduko. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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