Wimbledon

Dressed all in translucent white

Your bodies are so beautifully tight

Quick step, sprinting left to right

Serving so incredibly fast

Make sure your stamina lasts

All of your hard work

And training

Will it pay off so you

Can celebrate with a famous 

Twerk

I’ve seen your tattoos,

Nails, muscles, liquids

Watched the way you serve

Running up to the net

Skids and swerve

The dedication is hard to 

Put into words

Muhammad Ali put it so eloquently:

‘Champions aren’t made in gyms.

Champions are made from something

They have deep inside them.

A desire, a dream, a vision.

They have to have last-minute stamina,

They have to be a little faster,

They have to have the skill and the will.

But the will must be stronger than the skill.’

So as the spectators eat strawberries

And drink champagne

You’re working your socks off

With everything to gain

And if you lose or get injured

Yes, there’ll be pain

A bit like when you’re just about 

To take your first shot

And it pours with rain

No worries, you made the championship 

Competition

With all the brilliant commentators, the music

What a rendition 

You made history and your 

Work never goes unnoticed

I hope at some point you have fun

You can tell your friends and family

You played Wimble don(e)