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Wimbledon poems from Stella.

Posted by tennisplanet on June 22, 2010

STELLA

OK, it’s all over, so, to wrap up, here is my final Wimbledon verse.
To those who liked the verses I say “Thanks” for telling me
To those who didn’t like them I say “Thanks” for not telling me.

so, as players assess how their grass court season went and look forward to the
American hard court season I will end with this.

The time has come the tennis coach said.
to talk of many things.
Of shots, and shoes and strategies.
And those Babolat RPM Blast strings.
And why England was boiling hot.
And what the hard court season brings.

that’s all folks

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we used to sing “rounds ” around the caampfire as Brownies and Guides.

so this is
rafa and Tomas in roundabout way.

Wimbledon July 4th.
4th final there for Nadal.
Nadal wins in straights over Berdych.
Berdych can’t break Rafa’s serve.
Serve wide to the ad court.
Court baseline turned to dry clay.
Clay no worries for Rafa.
Rafa , second title at Wimbledon.
Wimbledon July 4th.
4th final there for Nadal ………….. and so on, and so on

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today and tomorrow, and wrap up Monday. I’m getting ready for retirement.

Vera’s bad dream.

I just had a really bad nightmare.
Dreamt I was playing on famed Centre Court.
Across the net was Serena.
it was harder than I’d ever thought.

She looked so angry while playing.
Hit lots of first serves, so well placed.
So, even though I tried my hardest.
Time after time I was aced.

But today I didn’t break my racquet.
Have a tantrum or even blub out loud.
And I fought to the very last second.
My surgeon and rehab guy should be proud.

Now I’ve awakened it was no dream
Serena is champion today.
But my Wimbledon dream continues.
I’ve still the doubles final to play.

(rats I lost that too )

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today’s should read a bit like the Longfellow poem– Hiawatha.

On the courts at SW19
Stood the Scot/Brit Andy Murray.
Heard the speaking of the umpire
heard the clapping of the watchers.
“15-40 ” said the umpire.
‘Come on Andy” said the mother.
Saw the game coach Miles Maclagan
Saw him urge his man on forward
Keep our hopes alive of winning.
Keep the dream alive for Britain.

But the man from Dunblane, Scotland
Could not beat the Spaniard , Rafa.
Could not make the Britons happy.
Could not break the drought since Perry
So dies the soccer/Wimby double.
And leaves the Brits to drown their troubles.

Cheers !!

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again I didn’t get to watch today so will settle down with my match tapes tonight.
Today is Canada Day and I spent much of the day on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, alongside well over 100,000 others to attend a concert, a flypast by the Snowbirds and to see the Queen who arrived in a horse drawn carriage with a escort of Royal Canadian Mounted Police on their beautiful steeds ( and hopefully no tasers). I say ” to see the Queen’ but since I’m 5ft 1 inch tall I saw most of it on the big monitors by the stage, but I did get a glimpse of her hat as she walked only about 5 feet away.

Today’s verse is the “by request” one. I was asked to do Kader Nouni. Ithought “how?” — then I remembered a comment made by Tracy Austin at the Rogers cup in Montreal and the verse grew from there.

The first time I heard Kader Nouni,
I was courtside, Roger’s Cup, Montreal.
When he spoke with that voice, and en Francais,
we eagerly awaited each call.

The next day I’m watching on TV,
Tracy Austin in the commentary box
suggests that each time she hears Monsieur Nouni
it makes her shiver right down to her socks.

“The grooviest man in tennis”
His Facebook homepage does say.
The BBC calls him La Umpo.
Je pourrais ecouter sa voix toute la journee.
( translated — I could listen to his voice all day )

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today was supposed to be about Nouni. That can wait till tomorrow.

We had a major event today. I don’t know much about the verse style called Haiku ( I read it is 3 lines, 5,7,5). Maybe Chieko San can tell me if I’ve got it all wrong but here is my attempt for today.

End of an era.
After seven straight finals.
Federer bows out.

and if I could speak to him I’d say:–

Go home , hug your girls.
You’re still their Number 1 Dad.
Your life is so blessed

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I’ve been out all day with no chance to see the day’s play so I don’t know who won or lost. So, it’s 6pm here and I have a lot of tapes to watch. that means todays verse is the more general type and not about today’s matches.

It was inspired by a kids book I spotted in Chapters on the weekend. I’m sorry Big sam Querrey lostyesterday because he’s the subject of the verse. Imagine if you will, Sam is about 8 years old , playing by his house near supper time. A load of boys with tennis racquets hitting balls in the driveway. There’s a tinkle of glass as a ball goes through a window. Dad Querey comes out to see who broke the window and sees a load of guilty looking kids.

Now, from Dr Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham , here is Sam I Am

I would not hit balls at a house.
I would not hit balls with a mouse.
I would not hit them with a fox.
No, I’m not standing on a box.
I would not hit them here or there.
I would not hit them anywhere.
I would not eat frogs legs or spam.
I do not like them, Sam I am.
I did not do it , sam I am..

PS tomorrows verse, by request is about Kader Nouni !!

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so I got the message that some of you want more verses so ………….
Today was Magic Monday. The US Open has Super Saturday but I’ve always thought that Wimbledon’s Magic Monday beats it hands down. All 32 players left in the singles draw are on court, none of this top half and bottom half of the draw stuff.

So for Magic Monday and its events you get a BOGO. Buy one , get one free

Of all the days to watch tennis,
Second Monday at Wimbledon’s best.
Round of 16 all men and women
and today we were certainly blessed.

I switched from one court to another,
many matches I wanted to see.
For as well as the marquee players,
there were many who were quite new to me.

I’ve spent countless hours watching tennis,
on TV and from the stands.
But I’ve never seen Zakopalova,
Pironkova,Groth,Lu or Brands.

and now the free one……….

A player from Taipei name of Lu.
Drew Roddick on Graveyard Court 2.
They said “Roddick in 3″
It wasn’t to be.
9-7 in the 5th, Lu goes through

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Suunday 27th a day of rest. I think this will be my last verse. I think people are getting tired of them so unless I find fans waving placards and protesting in the streets maybe I should stop.Let me know . I don’t want to outstay my welcome.

So this is to celebrate Federer . The greatest , the magic of his play , and the fact he made it to week two. This verse is with apologies to William Blake. As you read it ( or sing it) it is to the music of Sir Hubert Parry. All anglos or anglophiles will recognise this as the “hymn” Jerusalem
for those of you who do not know “Jerusalem I have included a you tube link to the song.

And did those feet in modern time,
Dance over England’s grass courts green.
And was the grestest of all time,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen.
He will not cease from mental fight,
nor shall his racquet sleep in his hand,
Till he has won another Slam.
In England’s green and pleasant land.

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Umpires get a lot of criticism. They oveerrule too much, or not enough. They enforce the time rule, or not. They enforce the coaching rule, or not. you get the idea.
One thing they have to do is umpire for an amazing United Nations of players and I am always amazed at how they handle the names.
So that is the theme for today.

A smart young man did aspire,
To be a tennis umpire.
He said “I won’t worry”
“If I get Henin or Murray”
“But I don’t think I can say Krasnoroutskaya.
or Razafimahatratra
or Kudryavtseva
or Pryzsienzy
or Lertcheewakarn
or Pavlyuchenkova
or Amanmuradova
or Bogomolov
or Cervantes-HHuegun
or Chakhnashvili
or Dzehalevic
or Lapusshenkova
or Zahlavova Strycova
( especially if they play together in doubles)

All names taken from Wimbledon 2010 players list

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hi.
after the first 4 days I really felt “tennissed out” today so here’s the latest.

I needed a break from just watching,
So I went out to play tennis instead.
But I did watch the straight sets from J J ,
and the same from my other fave, Fed.

Lleyton took on Gael on Centre.
“come on” defeated “allez”
The Djoker looked very impressive.
They’ll play each other Monday.

Isner went out with a whimper.
As we all expected he might.
Justine, Venus and Kim won their matches.
That’s it , so to all a good night.

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well that was a historic day so I’ve changed from the comic style of the Limeric to a more “appropriate for the occasion” narrative verse style as used in epic poems and Norse sagas.
It’s longer , so , take a bathroom break, make a coffee, and here goes…………….

The Queen visited Wimbledon Thursday,
77 was the last time she came.
She met and lunched with some players.
Then sat in a box bearing her name.

At lunch she saw Fed and Martina,
Novak, A Rod,Ginny Wade and Billie Jean.
They ate salmon and chicken and salad,
and of course Kent strawberries and cream.

Andy and Jarkko were first on.
Walk, turn,put bags down,and then bow.
They must have been feeling quite nervous.
But got loud applause from the crowd.

When they finally started playing,
I’m sure it’s a fairly safe bet,
That neither man wanted their scoreboard,
To read 59 all, final set.

Then when the first match was over,
She met the players up on the roof.
Tim Phillipps then showed her the trophies,
She got in her car and was gone–”poof”

When she got back to the Palace,
She wispered in Prince Phillip’s ear,
They gave me lunch and a great seat , dear ,
But I don’t think I’ll go back next year.

Then Isner and Mahut’s epic followed,
the match that just wouldn’t end.
70-68 Treetops wins it.
We won’t see something like it again.

After that it seemed anticlimactic,
though we had lots of great players play.
Serena, TP’s Anna and Rafa,
Rounded out this most memorable day,

THE END

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So, with apologies to however wrote this limerick first, this is the best I can come up with today—
There once was a man from Japan
Whose verses never would scan
When told “but the thing”
“should go with a swing”
He replied ” but I really want to get the most games in the last set as I possibly can”

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OK, it’s raining here so I can’t get out in my garden .
So, rather than wait for tomorrow, here’s today , Day 2, in a nutshell.

for Serena, Rafa and Murray.
easy, straight set wins in a hurry.
Though Stosur’s not happy
to lose to Kanepi
they’ve now time to golf with Henman in Surrey

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I promised no more verses but yesterday inspired me.
So here, from the poet in non residence at the Planet is Day 1 in a nutshell

The tennis from France was a yawn.
But what a day one on the lawn
Djoker, Davy and Fed
We gave up for dead
But they all won in 5 and moved on

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there once was a lady called Jenny,
who said “players from spain there are many’
because they’re from Spain
they can play in the rain
but it’s grass and not clay , bring your wellies.

OK, that’s my last.

————————–

there once was a fellow called Murray,
who said to the Brits “don’t you worry’
I’ll beat Querrey and Rafa
cos its Roger I’m after
and i’ll be the first British champ since Fred Perry

such verse — and it’s free— I’m not in residence

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102 Responses to “Wimbledon poems from Stella.”

  1. Dominic Anderson said

    Like them 🙂

  2. Jenny said

    🙂

  3. chipnputt said

    Great stuff!

  4. banti said

    please keep this going Stella:)

  5. Stella said

    I will if I am inspired !!!

  6. clifford said

    Oh Stella, your verses are snappy,
    And have made TP readers quite happy!
    But the Wimbledon brass
    Must feel kicked in the ass,
    Because their poet seems kind of crappy.

    Keep up the good work!

  7. bluechyll said

    Ohhhh Stella!! These are FANTASTIC!!!

    Love the second one!!!

    You should get a cut of the prize money this year 🙂

  8. Chieko said

    How wonderful!!! Thank you so much.

  9. bluechyll said

    Caroline Cheese says on BBC Sport:

    ‘In another ‘only at Wimbledon’ moment, the tournament appointed an official poet this year. I confess the news didn’t exactly fill me with cheer – but that was until I saw his latest effort in the Guardian this morning. Entitled Thwok, it begins: “bounce bounce bounce bounce, thwackety wackety zingety ping, hittety backety pingety zang, wack, thwok, thwack, pok…” Get the idea?’

    Stella definitely has my vote in the ‘Poet of The Day’ competetion 😆

  10. ricky said

    Fantastic Stella!

    For you who are our poet
    This is a present of my own
    As it is really hard to get
    A glimpse of spirit on a lawn
    So full of ins, out , sets and let
    A novice might start to yawn
    To you the laurels I bet
    dawn to dusk,dusk to dawn
    when to the queen don’t forget
    We’ll want to know that you bowed…

  11. Sol said

    Lol, thank you all for the poems.

    You guys rock.

  12. Dee said

    Good fun Stella.Something new!Loved it.

  13. DK said

    Stella for WOF!

    Woof, woof!

  14. chipnputt said

    Ya, Stella’s poetry is just so good. I think we need to make sure stays inspired everyday and we get a few gems every day.

  15. clifford said

    I think TP needs to set up a Wimbledon poetry thread!
    Maybe we could have a theme for each day, or just an evening wrap-up in verse.
    Methinks the stuff of this blog would compare to the “official” poetry quite nicely.
    How ’bout it, kind sir?

  16. Stella said

    after 59 games all I am shattered !!, plus we had a 5.7 magnitude earthquake epicentred about 50 km from here plus I now have to go to a rally to try to stop some clearcutting in our bike/ski/walk forest.
    So, with apologies to however wrote this limerick first, this is the best I can come up with today—
    There once was a man from Japan
    Whose verses never would scan
    When told “but the thing”
    “should go with a swing”
    He replied ” but I really want to get the most games in the last set as I possibly can”

    • Bettyjane said

      lol! Brilliance shines through even with all that you have on your plate. Thank you Stella

      • M said

        I had that same thought and couldn’t think of the right way to articulate it.
        Thank you, Bettyjane! 😀

  17. DK said

    There was once a poet called Stella,
    A wonderful verse story teller,
    She rose quickly to fame,
    Put pretender to shame
    (The “Official” Wimbledon fella).

  18. Stella said

    hi all.
    I’m working on an epic poem for today’s epic day at Wimby but I was just thinking, Bluechyll said thast the official verse was ” bounce bounce bounce bounce, thwackety wackety zingety ping, hittety backety pingety zang, wack, thwok, thwack, pok…”
    a few days ago. Maybe after yesterdays marathon his verse should go ” ouch, groan,ow,oh,it hurts,do I have to,yelp,

    Reply

  19. Somebody Else said

    forgive me, I couldn’t resist participating. 🙂

    I really am feeling quite “pissed”,
    About all the great tennis I’ve missed.
    While I toil and hustle,
    ache in every muscle,
    Aw, screw it… you get the gist.

    Mahut is a hoot on the grass
    In my book, he’s good — gets a pass.
    The resistance from Isner-
    Wait, what rhymes with Isner?
    …gotta go now, they’re on court, at last!

    thank you Stella

  20. Stella said

    well that was a historic day so I’ve changed from the comic style of the Limeric to a more “appropriate for the occasion” narrative verse style as used in epic poems and Norse sagas.
    It’s longer , so , take a bathroom break, make a coffee, and here goes…………….

    The Queen visited Wimbledon Thursday,
    77 was the last time she came.
    She met and lunched with some players.
    Then sat in a box bearing her name.

    At lunch she saw Fed and Martina,
    Novak, A Rod,Ginny Wade and Billie Jean.
    They ate salmon and chicken and salad,
    and of course Kent strawberries and cream.

    Andy and Jarkko were first on.
    Walk, turn,put bags down,and then bow.
    They must have been feeling quite nervous.
    But got loud applause from the crowd.

    When they finally started playing,
    I’m sure it’s a fairly safe bet,
    That neither man wanted their scoreboard,
    To read 59 all, final set.

    Then when the first match was over,
    She met the players up on the roof.
    Tim Phillipps then showed her the trophies,
    She got in her car and was gone–“poof”

    When she got back to the Palace,
    She wispered in Prince Phillip’s ear,
    They gave me lunch and a great seat , dear ,
    But I don’t think I’ll go back next year.

    Then Isner and Mahut’s epic followed,
    the match that just wouldn’t end.
    70-68 Treetops wins it.
    We won’t see something like it again.

    After that it seemed anticlimactic,
    though we had lots of great players play.
    Serena, TP’s Anna and Rafa,
    Rounded out this most memorable day,

    THE END

    • clifford said

      A SONNET FOR STELLA

      She’s a force at the forestry rally
      Yet still has the wit to write verse.
      Saving pines in the Ottawa Valley
      Won’t make TP readers feel worse.
      Be there earthquakes and thunderstorms wild
      Our Stella considers them moot
      For Wimbledon poems must be filed
      About Isner and Mr. Mahut!

      She’s gracious but not condescending,
      Which is strange when one thinks of this site.
      TP is not known for defending
      The players not fit for their fight.
      So to Stella we say “thanks a lot”
      For great poems on battles well-fought!

      • Stella said

        awesome. my efforts pale in comparison.
        Thank you.
        btw how did you know it was the Ottawa Valley?
        Here is the link to the south March Highlands woods that we are trying to save from clearcutting and building over 3000 homes.
        http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/video/video.php?v=10150210771580716&oid=46087029890

      • Stella said

        yikes, I’m tired. I sent the wrong link.

        TP can you remove the link above I sent to Clifford ?

        Clifford— ths is the link to the S March Highlands.

      • clifford said

        Wow, Stella! That video is both beautiful and alarming. Keep the protests going!

        When I wrote your sonnet I didn’t know where the rally was, but I knew that

        -you were in Ottawa
        -you had attended a protest
        -I needed a rhyme for “rally”
        so there it is.

        If it’s any consolation, this summer 320 trees are being removed from the city of Hamilton around a municipal reservoir along the Bruce Trail, essentially clear-cutting one of the most beautiful spaces near the downtown core. And no one is saying anything! Maybe I should write a poem or two.

        so there you go.

      • Stella said

        what reasoon did they give for the tree cutting.? The reason here is that the developer wants to put up 3300 houses. On the land 40% has to be left as greenspace in Kanata so they clearcut the woods and we get left with the swamp ( wetlands — valuable I know but you can’t walk, bike or ski on a swamp after all the trails in the woods are gone)and a private golfcourse that is part of Clublink so we can’t afford to join it but we can walk on it Nov-March whwn the snow is thigh deep.

  21. Tweedle-Dum said

    Thank you, Fluff’s mom, For a great poetic wrap-up of the day.

  22. Jenny said

    Great contributions from Stella and Clifford, thanks guys! I second a separate and permanent Poet thread [on the top bar, TP?] 🙂

  23. Stella said

    hi.
    after the first 4 days I really felt “tennissed out” today so here’s the latest.

    I needed a break from just watching,
    So I went out to play tennis instead.
    But I did watch the straight sets from J J ,
    and the same from my other fave, Fed.

    Lleyton took on Gael on Centre.
    “come on” defeated “allez”
    The Djoker looked very impressive.
    They’ll play each other Monday.

    Isner went out with a whimper.
    As we all expected he might.
    Justine, Venus and Kim won their matches.
    That’s it , so to all a good night.

    • Jenny said

      Great, Stella, thanks. Tennised out – that’s exactly how I felt yesterday, bar a couple of matches I intended to watch.

  24. Stella said

    Umpires get a lot of criticism. They oveerrule too much, or not enough. They enforce the time rule, or not. They enforce the coaching rule, or not. you get the idea.
    One thing they have to do is umpire for an amazing United Nations of players and I am always amazed at how they handle the names.
    So that is the theme for today.

    A smart young man did aspire,
    To be a tennis umpire.
    He said “I won’t worry”
    “If I get Henin or Murray”
    “But I don’t think I can say Krasnoroutskaya.
    or Razafimahatratra
    or Kudryavtseva
    or Pryzsienzy
    or Lertcheewakarn
    or Pavlyuchenkova
    or Amanmuradova
    or Bogomolov
    or Cervantes-HHuegun
    or Chakhnashvili
    or Dzehalevic
    or Lapusshenkova
    or Zahlavova Strycova
    ( especially if they play together in doubles)

    All names taken from Wimbledon 2010 players list

  25. Bettyjane said

    Another winner Stella, lol! Thanks. (Did you cut and paste those names?!!!)

  26. Stella said

    nope. All typed lovingly by hand — look closely and you will see I goofed on Cervantes-Huegun

  27. Stella said

    Suunday 27th a day of rest. I think this will be my last verse. I think people are getting tired of them so unless I find fans waving placards and protesting in the streets maybe I should stop.Let me know . I don’t want to outstay my welcome.

    So this is to celebrate Federer . The greatest , the magic of his play , and the fact he made it to week two. This verse is with apologies to William Blake. As you read it ( or sing it) it is to the music of Sir Hubert Parry. All anglos or anglophiles will recognise this as the “hymn” Jerusalem
    for those of you who do not know “Jerusalem I have included a you tube link to the song.

    And did those feet in modern time,
    Dance over England’s grass courts green.
    And was the grestest of all time,
    On England’s pleasant pastures seen.
    He will not cease from mental fight,
    nor shall his racquet sleep in his hand,
    Till he has won another Slam.
    In England’s green and pleasant land.

  28. M said

    ” I think people are getting tired of them”

    No.

    We’re getting spoiled from the pleasure of them appearing every day and perhaps have not been giving you the accolades your creative aplomb deserves.

    So.

    *clears throat*
    Brava, Stella!

    I especially appreciate this lovely verse for Roger today, with its grand and magnificent imagery. (I think he would like it – he’s so fond of history and tradition. And … football. 😀 )

  29. clifford said

    So these comments on this thread aren’t posted on the main thread as well, which means your fan base is even larger than I thought in my other comment, Stella. We need you! Keep them coming!

  30. Stella said

    so I got the message that some of you want more verses so ………….
    Today was Magic Monday. The US Open has Super Saturday but I’ve always thought that Wimbledon’s Magic Monday beats it hands down. All 32 players left in the singles draw are on court, none of this top half and bottom half of the draw stuff.

    So for Magic Monday and its events you get a BOGO. Buy one , get one free

    Of all the days to watch tennis,
    Second Monday at Wimbledon’s best.
    Round of 16 all men and women
    and today we were certainly blessed.

    I switched from one court to another,
    many matches I wanted to see.
    For as well as the marquee players,
    there were many who were quite new to me.

    I’ve spent countless hours watching tennis,
    on TV and from the stands.
    But I’ve never seen Zakopalova,
    Pironkova,Groth,Lu or Brands.

    and now the free one……….

    A player from Taipei name of Lu.
    Drew Roddick on Graveyard Court 2.
    They said “Roddick in 3”
    It wasn’t to be.
    9-7 in the 5th, Lu goes through

  31. Stella said

    I’ve been out all day with no chance to see the day’s play so I don’t know who won or lost. So, it’s 6pm here and I have a lot of tapes to watch. that means todays verse is the more general type and not about today’s matches.

    It was inspired by a kids book I spotted in Chapters on the weekend. I’m sorry Big sam Querrey lostyesterday because he’s the subject of the verse. Imagine if you will, Sam is about 8 years old , playing by his house near supper time. A load of boys with tennis racquets hitting balls in the driveway. There’s a tinkle of glass as a ball goes through a window. Dad Querey comes out to see who broke the window and sees a load of guilty looking kids.

    Now, from Dr Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham , here is Sam I Am

    I would not hit balls at a house.
    I would not hit balls with a mouse.
    I would not hit them with a fox.
    No, I’m not standing on a box.
    I would not hit them here or there.
    I would not hit them anywhere.
    I would not eat frogs legs or spam.
    I do not like them, Sam I am.
    I did not do it , sam I am..

    PS tomorrows verse, by request is about Kader Nouni !!

  32. Stella said

    today was supposed to be about Nouni. That can wait till tomorrow.

    We had a major event today. I don’t know much about the verse style called Haiku ( I read it is 3 lines, 5,7,5). Maybe Chieko San can tell me if I’ve got it all wrong but here is my attempt for today.

    End of an era.
    After seven straight finals.
    Federer bows out.

    and if I could speak to him I’d say:–

    Go home , hug your girls.
    You’re still their Number 1 Dad.
    Your life is so blessed

    • Sarah said

      “Go home , hug your girls.
      You’re still their Number 1 Dad.
      Your life is so blessed”

      So true. I bet they were so happy to see ‘daddy’ when he got back to the hotel.

  33. Bettyjane said

    Well I held the tears in until now. And thank you—that was beautiful.

  34. Somebody Else said

    What’s going on here?
    the Fed’s out in quarters!
    I mean he’s second to none
    among Slam-title hoarders!

    Some say that in pressers
    he complains like some diva,
    Don’t fret, Rog, go play with
    Myla Rose and Charlene Riva.

    TP was right when he said
    “Stop what you’re doin’!”
    Cuz this week has truly
    put expectations to ruin!

    Rafa’s still tickin’,
    he’s mildly butt-pickin’,
    he won’t take a lickin’
    cuz shots are still kickin’

    Brit-beacon Murray,
    You seem in a hurry,
    don’t worry, with shots-a-flurry,
    you’ll turn doubters, all, slurry

    Berdych, my one itch,
    though you’re pronounced -EEK,
    your insurgence on the lawn
    is something of which to speak!

    Indeed, my one itch
    on the grass, yes, the pitch,
    You’re semis in Paris matched here,
    seemingly without glitch!

    That leaves Djok,
    of whom few spoke, no joke!
    They said “Novak, you’re ‘wack’,
    and you’re game’s been sacked!”
    Some say “Hold on, he’s back!”
    This time, will he attack?

    With these four remaining,
    it should be fairly stated,
    I can’t be complaining,
    up for grabs, I’m elated!

  35. Somebody Else said

    yeah, forgive the typos: you’re/your

  36. Stella said

    well done SE ( and M and Alistair). After Thurs, Fri , Sat and Sun ( and maybe a wrapup on Mon –or not) I’m done. Over to you all for the USO

    • Somebody Else said

      After Thursday, Friday, Sat n’ Sun,
      maybe a wrap-up on Mon,
      Then that’s it? You’re done??

      Woe is me! This can’t be!
      you were just getting started,
      now I’m losing control
      and I think I just sharted!

      Listen, please, while I know
      that you’re not a fella,
      you’re one of us, doll,
      and as Stanley said, “STELLAAAAAA!!!”

      If only from time to time
      you could give us a taste,
      of a quip or two, in rhyme,
      don’t let it go to waste.

  37. Stella said

    again I didn’t get to watch today so will settle down with my match tapes tonight.
    Today is Canada Day and I spent much of the day on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, alongside well over 100,000 others to attend a concert, a flypast by the Snowbirds and to see the Queen who arrived in a horse drawn carriage with a escort of Royal Canadian Mounted Police on their beautiful steeds ( and hopefully no tasers). I say ” to see the Queen’ but since I’m 5ft 1 inch tall I saw most of it on the big monitors by the stage, but I did get a glimpse of her hat as she walked only about 5 feet away.

    Today’s verse is the “by request” one. I was asked to do Kader Nouni. Ithought “how?” — then I remembered a comment made by Tracy Austin at the Rogers cup in Montreal and the verse grew from there.

    The first time I heard Kader Nouni,
    I was courtside, Roger’s Cup, Montreal.
    When he spoke with that voice, and en Francais,
    we eagerly awaited each call.

    The next day I’m watching on TV,
    Tracy Austin in the commentary box
    suggests that each time she hears Monsieur Nouni
    it makes her shiver right down to her socks.

    “The grooviest man in tennis”
    His Facebook homepage does say.
    The BBC calls him La Umpo.
    Je pourrais ecouter sa voix toute la journee.
    ( translated — I could listen to his voice all day )

  38. Stella said

    today’s should read a bit like the Longfellow poem– Hiawatha.

    On the courts at SW19
    Stood the Scot/Brit Andy Murray.
    Heard the speaking of the umpire
    heard the clapping of the watchers.
    “15-40 ” said the umpire.
    ‘Come on Andy” said the mother.
    Saw the game coach Miles Maclagan
    Saw him urge his man on forward
    Keep our hopes alive of winning.
    Keep the dream alive for Britain.

    But the man from Dunblane, Scotland
    Could not beat the Spaniard , Rafa.
    Could not make the Britons happy.
    Could not break the drought since Perry
    So dies the soccer/Wimby double.
    And leaves the Brits do drown their troubles.

    Cheers !!

  39. Stella said

    today and tomorrow, and wrap up Monday. I’m getting ready for retirement.

    Vera’s bad dream.

    I just had a really bad nightmare.
    Dreamt I was playing on famed Centre Court.
    Across the net was Serena.
    it was harder than I’d ever thought.

    She looked so angry while playing.
    Hit lots of first serves, so well placed.
    So, even though I tried my hardest.
    Time after time I was aced.

    But today I didn’t break my racquet.
    Have a tantrum or even blub out loud.
    And I fought to the very last second.
    My surgeon and rehab guy should be proud.

    Now I’ve awakened it was no dream
    Serena is champion today.
    But my Wimbledon dream continues.
    I’ve still the doubles final to play.

    (rats I lost that too )

  40. Stella said

    we used to sing “rounds ” around the caampfire as Brownies and Guides.

    so this is
    rafa and Tomas in roundabout way.

    Wimbledon July 4th.
    4th final there for Nadal.
    Nadal wins in straights over Berdych.
    Berdych can’t break Rafa’s serve.
    Serve wide to the ad court.
    Court baseline turned to dry clay.
    Clay no worries for Rafa.
    Rafa , second title at Wimbledon.
    Wimbledon July 4th.
    4th final there for Nadal ………….. and so on, and so on

  41. Stella said

    OK, it’s all over, so, to wrap up, here is my final Wimbledon verse.
    To those who liked the verses I say “Thanks” for telling me
    To those who didn’t like them I say “Thanks” for not telling me.

    so, as players assess how their grass court season went and look forward to the
    American hard court season I will end with this.

    The time has come the tennis coach said.
    to talk of many things.
    Of shots, and shoes and strategies.
    And those Babolat RPM Blast strings.
    And why England was boiling hot.
    And what the hard court season brings.

    that’s all folks

    • ricky said

      I’ll miss your verses
      It’s like summer ending
      Butt a year emerges
      What? another king?
      yes, whom fate deserves
      Your very inspiring
      And ever changing
      Dedication to us

      With love, awe and wows

      from Me

  42. Bettyjane said

    Stella,
    We thank you and await your Ode to the Hardcourt Season with anxious anticipation.

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