January 16: Forty love ...

I was watching the tennis at Rod Laver arena

Ana looked great, you just should have seen her

Tomic retired, a stretch in his groin

I think he’d be happy to win the toss of the coin

Lleyton got bundled, nothing new there

The Joker in three, set two was a scare

Rafter teamed up for a hit in the doubles

Hewitt looked great but Pat’s got some troubles

Meanwhile the ladies are battling it out

Serena just ambled, Sharapova just shouts

Sammy got through, dropping only two games

While Casey lost three, the result was the same

Murray’s not played yet but he should be in heaven

He’s opposing a Frenchman seeded two sixty seven

Jo-Wilfried got through, but his vision was blurred

And Roger got taunted by Blaz in the third

They say it’s quite warmish down in Mexico

Too hot for me, I don’t think I’ll go

The temperature here is not too cool either

While I wait for round two I’ll just have a breather

I’ve filled up my fridges, you’ll recall I ran out

I went to Dan Murphy’s, and got into a shout

There’s tennis and cricket, Big Bash and one dayer’s

Our Aussies in summer became Pommy slayers

That’s enough for this rhyme, there’s things to be done

Like changing to Seven to see who has won

Then over to Nine to watch the Pommies get smashed

Flick over to Ten for an hour of Big Bash

I do love my sport, I’m a really big fan

As I sit in my chair sipping beer from a can

I could do this all day, it would be like a job

I’ve not moved for so long the wife’s taken a swab

Just one more over, the game’s nearly done

One more over is over if you’ll forgive me the pun

Next time I’ll look harder for a bride to support

She’ll be a “tea total” whose passion is sport