Dear Rafa’s knees,
I must confess,
your behaviour brings me
much distress,

This poor young man
did all he could
to battle past
the horrid Muzz,

and yet you
hold him back again!
Why can’t you be
more of a friend?

The boy did try
his very best,
but could not get past
that leg-long pest!

It’s time, I feel,
you went away.
Rafa needs knees
that want to play,

and as you’re not
up to the task,
there’s just one question
left to ask:

Will you leave quietly,
without fuss?
Or must I drag you,
tied and trussed?

I’ve tired of you,
dear Rafa’s knees;
you bring him pain
when there’s no need,

Without you,
he would do just fine;
more first serves in,
balls down the line,

more first pumps,
‘VAMOS!’, Toni cheers!
Rafa plays on
all through the years,

The next slam final
he’s sure to win,
with the old knees out
and a new pair in.

So now, dear knees,
it’s down to you,
I expect you’ll be gone
in a day or two,

We’ll take care of him,
our Spanish friend,
and at Melbourne next year,
he’ll reach a happier end.

1. Tom Says:
   January 27th, 2010 at 1:55 pm

   Vamos!