Balls

Oh I wish I’d looked after me balls

Now the challenge of Wimbledon calls!

But those balls once feted

Are now half-deflated

Oh I wish I’d looked after me balls.

Oh I wish I had kept them in trim,

And not let them rot in the gym

Where amateurs used them

And cleaners abused them

And dogs chewed them up on a whim.

Oh I wish I had kept them intact,

But a firmness of purpose I lacked.

I spent my pay packets

Entirely on rackets

And now with remorse I am racked.

Instead of neglecting them gaily

I should have examined them daily.

I was in such a hurry

To beat Andy Murray

And party all night at a ceilidh.

Now the shadow of Djokovic falls,

My lack of prepared-ness appals.

As I enter the courts

With no bounce in my shorts

How I wish I’d looked after me balls…

Refer to: Jan 2022 – Sporty types