Wimbledon the menace of celebrity tennis

Mr Dennis...grimace..what the Dickens is going on...the menace Inevitability of a celebrity on every terrace at the tennis.. The profanity and insanity of rampant vanity.. The gist..a D list tryst to bathe in the narcissist mist.. Blame.. tame or maim same lame fame name game shame.. Rich pickings at.. every look at me.. Wimbledon balcony.. Phew..is it too late for me lanky mate Stew.. Can't be ignored...a SW19 ticket you scored.. Hard to beat....pip..a meet and greet with the cheat elite.. Don't scoff...hats do doff...before we skip off on a toff trip to Crete.. A bit cranky..give me a hanky...he's gone a bit swanky.. wa**y... Great..hanging out...lurking on board with the flawed fraud.. Applaud the encored smirking adored or abhorred hoard Bored.. tanned trolls..champagne sippers in velvet slippers Vain planned inane scrolls..no proles or nippers Just made up Yankee dolls and molls maraud..day trippers My Lord..thought your were berserking..working class.. Not the farce of up its own a**e..shirking VIP pass.. P.S just for you Stew..an ickle fickle tickle josh.. off my trolley volley..rhyming sickle...about you at some jolly posh tosh.. in a golly gosh wally folly pickle.. But still.. luv you bruv..you are the Guv..