I am a poet / and didn’t even know’it.
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Fed’s win had me so inspi’ed,
Tears of joy I almost cried.
Dootsie’s floating on cloud nine,
Her feelings can’t fit in one line.
So into poetry did she foray
Who knew rhymes could be her forte?
She watched as Roger let out a roar,
And found that mojo he’s had before,
Forehands, backhands, drop-shots and serves
Earned him the great victory he deserves.
Never did he think he was going to lose
He had confidence, worthy of his platform shoes!
Rafael should now go home and rest
For Roland Garros is hardly a test.
In Paris the guy is still invincible
When fit, his tennis is inimitable.
So do not worry, my Rafatard reader,
Clay Monster is still the ultimate leader.
As for Nole, he didn’t do so bad,
To Nadal he lost only by a tad.
His game is no longer such a mess
In fact it’s gained him much success
What a clay season the Serb has had,
Surely a good sign, chin up lad!
Beyond Paris things will get interesting
The Top Four show’s never been more intriguing
So buckle your seat-belts, and rest your eyes
You never know what in 09 still lies.
But on this ride remember 3 things to keep,
Your faith, your blog and your beauty sleep!