It's all balls.

[Owethemnowt 10]

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?

[Owethemnowt 10]

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.

[Owethemnowt 10]

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.

[Mr Gobby 10]

Tedious is about right, i think.Oh and boring .

[Owethemnowt 10]

Tedious is about right, i think.Oh and boring .

 

Illuminating! Eternally gratefull!

 

How's the book coming?

 

Give me regards to Mr. Tickle.

[Mr Gobby 10]

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 )

[Owethemnowt 10]

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.

[Ron Blanco 10]

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.

[Mr Gobby 10]

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.

[Owethemnowt 10]

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.

[Mr Gobby 10]

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.

 

Ah!,yes the simple things that make life worth living for....

[Mr Gobby 10]

Mod's what happened to the latter part of this thread.The good bit.