Wimbledon’s over;
Green lawns and strawberries gone –
Djokovic the champ!
I was spoiled for choice on my haiku subjects in the last few weeks. The UK tennis highlight is over, and a new champ crowned to fit my haiku. Murray won last year, of course – the first Brit to do so for 77 years, but he was knocked out by Milos Raonic of Canada in the quarter-finals, and he in turn was knocked out by Roger Federer in the semis. It was a fantastic men’s final, and I managed to work out some critical plot points for my new book as I watched Roger and Novak battle it out!
Thank you irishmirror.ie for the picture.
Tuesday Haiku – Wimbledon
Jemima, what can I tell you about Wimbledon
I can’t play tennis
Watching it is a real bore.
And I can’t keep score.
But at least I know this about it:
WIMBLEDON
On Wimbledon Green
Great tennis players come to play.
Only one is champ.
Well what do you know
I’ve just written two Haikus
And this makes one more !!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
You’re a poet
and you don’t know it!
It’s one of those British things, Wimbledon. I don’t take much notice of tennis through the year (although I’m more interested than I used to be, thanks to Federer), but I’m glued to Wimbledon every year. It’s the sound of summer – as is the Open Golf which starts on July 17th 🙂
I went to Wimbledon with my father once- he played there long ago and then no so long ago as a senior. Loved it and watch every year!
Strawberries and cream
Do not blend with a Pym’s cup
It is Wimbledon!
Gosh, he must be good! I went to school not so very far from Wimbledon and some of the girls used to go after school and get in to the late matches on Centre and Court 1. Those were the days of Emerson and Newcombe, and a guy with legs we all admired called Wilhelm Bungert!