Biff, Baff

Biff, baff,
It’s Wimbledon time again.
Exhausting to watch,
the weather’s so hot,
so far only one stop for rain.



It’s that time again,
tennis, strawberries and cream.
Wimbledon summer.

Wimbledon Dream

Summer at last,
tennis on grass,
strawberries and cream,
Wimbledon dream!

Touch and Go

The tennis match was touch and go,
only a hair’s breadth in it,
spectators hearts were in their mouths
knowing it could go either way.
Victory snatched at the last minute.
Take pity on us Murray and
please spare us this tomorrow.

Tennis at Wimbledon

Wimbledon comes round again.
Can we take the strain, the pain?
This year will Andy Murray reign
or will it end it tears again?

Ah Well…

a step too far.
Ah well, maybe next year.


Conflict of viewing,
which will it be;
Men’s Wimbledon finals
or F1 Grand Prix?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I know which I’m watching. It’s a good job our son is away for the weekend, hubby can watch his choice up in son’s room!

Murray Match

So much expectation,
spectators ooh and aah,
tennis balls slam back and forth,
will he, won’t he, will he, won’t he?
Game, set and match………Nadal!

Too Much

Too much TV; I close my eyes
and a million tiny tennis balls
bounce and ping hither and thither
like molecules.


Wimbledon roof closed.
Rain claps down in continuous applause,
drowning out the twang of ball on strings.

Site content copyright of Elizabeth Leaper (Libby).

Supporting the Printed Word

Read the Printed Word!