For Henman fans Andy Murray
Doesn’t
do it for them
And
for his on court aggression
They
criticize him
But
if you remove his aggression
You’re
left with Tim
For Henman fans Andy Murray
Doesn’t
do it for them
And
for his on court aggression
They
criticize him
But
if you remove his aggression
You’re
left with Tim
They sing the homesick blues
“We
miss our families”
These
pampered prima donnas
Living
in 5 star luxury
In
Afghanistan they are home sick
They
miss their families
The
soldiers living in tents
Under
fire from the enemy
They
sing the “we’re bored blues”
“There‘s,
like nothing to do”
Like
a bunch of seven year olds
Not
men of over 22
We
are so bored with these players
And
their incessant whining
Waited
on hand and foot
Living
it up on 5 star dinning
They
sing the “we’re bored blues”
Like
we have any sympathy
Only
having to play once a week
Then
after training they are free
We’re
tired waiting for our heroes
When
eleven strangers appear
Where
are the premiership stars?
Who
play weekly without fear
We
sing the England blues
As
each tournament comes around
When
each and every time
Our
dreams lie tattered on the ground
Well England made it to the final
Though
alas only the refereeing chap
But
like the England team before him
Howard
Webb was really crap
I won’t hear a word against our tennis players
It’s
true that they certainly have their detractors
But
I have always thought British players
Make
truly world-class tennis commentators
Aladin rubbed his lamp
And
a Genie did appear
You
can have one wish
But
only one he made clear
“I
want to live forever”
Aladin
told the genie.
“I’m sorry” Came the reply
“You
can’t wish for immortality”
“Living
forever
Is
against the regulations
You
must think again
And
revise your expectation”
“Do
you have your wish?”
Aladin
answered “Yup”
“I
want to live to see
England
win the world cup”
The dour Scot lost the first two sets
And
the outcome looked a pretty safe bet
But
the plucky Brit fought back to level
Only
for the Scot to return in the final set
After another dismal round of European qualifiers
I
think it’s time for a change
There
are too many countries now
So,
I propose something radical
Norway
and Sweden should merge
To
become Swedway or Norden
Spain
and Portugal could become
Sportugal,
Porpain or Spugal
Denmark
and Finland would be Finmark
Belgium
and Holland would become Belland
Germany
and Austria would either be
Gerstria
or the fourth Reich
The
Balkan states could reform as Yugoslavia
Greece
and Turkey could be Treece or Gurkey
The
USSR could regroup, for sporting reasons only of course
And
the home nations could combine to become England
A man got on the bus
And
sat down next to Bimbette
He
smiled warmly at her
And
briefly their eyes met
Full
of Golf balls
His
bulging front trouser pockets
Caught
her attention
Her
eyes almost left their sockets
He
said, “its Golf balls.”
And Bimbette said “Oh”
Then
continued, “Does it hurt
As
much as Tennis elbow?”
Are you wearing snowshoes?
Blimey
those things cost a packet
Hang
on after closer inspection
Your
snowshoe is a tennis racket
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