There are a few Vera poems somewhere back in the GM's
I don't think I could write one today
even at My age She's nearly made me go grey
She can be a right little shit to follow
and makes the pit of Your stomach feel hollow
but then when She fights back and then wins
We forgive Young Bepa all Her sins
first set gone,She gives the racquet a smash
I could feel My hopes start to crash
I thought, She's going to go out to Serna
should have known She's made of something sterner
then the second set it came just so easy
still some tears, just to make the clay go greasy
The third was going all Her way
Vera on top, sliding round on the clay
then She thought "why let My fans settle down?
I'll let it slip, drop My serve, act the clown
let them know if they if they are silly, and follow Me"
never once will their ride,be smooth, flat and free
at least We know when Vera swings Her racquet round
amongst the things We call Her the word boring will not be found!
Last edited by pav; May 26th, 2004 at 12:19 PM.