I was bored...
There once was a man from Nebraska
Who wanted to be Tennis Mastah’
But he lost his good form
His strokes were lukewarm
And his serve was as hot as Alaska.
There once was a player named Hewitt.
Who tried very hard to renew it.
He shouted “Come On!”
With fervent élan
But alas, he still couldn’t do it.
There once was a man with no hair
Who struck every ball with great flair
But his play on clay
Ensured that he’d stay
Far from the Texan affair.
There once was a man who could wow
All greatest of players and now
With his power and finesse
And a mind that plays chess
He has won with no coach and a cow.