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Wimbledon Poems - Poems about Wimbledon


Wimbledon Whites
At Wimbledon, you must wear white To play upon the courts And that includes your sneakers, visors, T-shirts, socks and shorts. The colour police do not allow Off-white, ecru or cream And sneaker soles and laces Should be white enough to gleam. A single trim of colour May adorn your neck or cuff, No wider than one centimetre, Which should be enough. These rules apply to underwear As...

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Categories: wimbledon, clothes, color, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Robinsons Wimbledon Weekend
Two decades ago this story began Founded by one of the Robinson Clan. The weekend is always the second in July Its the gathering of a unique group of guys. In honour of The Late Arthur L. Heron Who would be swinging his clubs in heaven The trophies grand and tall and bears the names The history of winners engraved to remain They...

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Categories: wimbledon, friendship, fun, golf, happy,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Limericks Croises: Once a Rigolo Tennisman Won Wimbledon
Limericks croises : Once a Rigolo Tennisman won Wimbledon Once a Tennisman won Roland Garros Made a speech drowned in tears of rose Said...

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Categories: wimbledon, humor, irony,
Form: Limerick
Wimbledon
Wimbledon is tennis whites And strawberries and cream. Winning there has got to be A tennis player’s dream. Watching Roger Federer, So cool and poised and Swiss, I knew his lips would give The champion’s cup its winning kiss. Andy Murray played his best. All Britain cheered him on; But next to Roger’s expertise, His oomph was up and gone. There hasn’t been a British champ Since 1936, So...

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Categories: wimbledon, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Wimbledon
Strawberries and cream Tennis stars chase cherished dream Audience applauds....

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Categories: wimbledon, sports
Form: Haiku



Premium Member The Train To Wimbledon
With a snakelike hiss, the tangerine train doors close and the engine rock-rumbles forward clicking over each joined metal coupling. Long gone are the pristine days of virginity and the impassioned rush of slick new parts. The small sounds of newspaper pages turning, and whispered phrases penetrate the antiquarian din. As an industrial landscaped melds with the stark spring sunshine...

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Categories: wimbledon, childhood, travel,
Form: Free verse

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