While watching some tennis, my telephone rang;
My grandson was busting with news.
My son asked, “You watching the Open?” I was,
But a phone call I couldn’t refuse.
I heard the instructions, “Now Henry, don’t tell,
‘Cause Nana is watching the match.”
He solemnly promised and got on the phone
With a message he had to dispatch.
“Your favorite, Nadal, was a...
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