The French Sans Rafa
The red clay’s staining all the socks,
But Rafa’s aren’t there
And yet, his fourteen titles
Still remain beyond compare.
Most years he gets to celebrate
His birthday at the French.
Today, though, he’s not on the court
Or even on the bench.
Perhaps his little surgery
Will fix him up like new
So all his fans (like me!) can watch
Him do what he can do.
To Rafael Nadal, I wish
A happy birthday day
And a quick recovery so you
Can get back out and play.
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