Wow...this thread made me crack up reading all the poems again.
ODE TO 04'
In 04' your serve got alot faster
Your vollies stayed a disaster
You’re still not a backhand master
But your return no longer gives me laugher
At Aussie Open it was Safin
With his big groundies a crashin'
At the French it was Mutis
With his game soft as fleece
At Wimbly it was Fed
His return knocked you dead
At the US Open it was Johansson
You went around the stadium prancin’
In 04' you made me snore
Fed won it all
That dirty slam whore
Just keep hope alive
For Oh Five
This will be your year to thrive.
Just get the big win for which you strive.
Then I guarantee the number one spot you will arrive.