A Fortnight ago

A fortnight ago the King returned to the court
With expectations of an ending like the Alamo fort
Only a single being felt that Fed stood a veterans chance
‘Twas his trusted racket which upon catching his glance
Its strings weakened and broke until it finally spoke

“Oh Roger come and remove my covers
Unsheathe me and once again will be like lovers
Let us be one again like the days of old
When to our erotic dance opponents could only fold
Undress me softly and gently my handle caress
As only you know how to work magic I must confess
Erecting monuments of beauty is our only creed
Spurting forth of future legends the seed
Imagine fans ejaculating cheers for us once more
Our story becoming an Australian summer lore”

Two men from qualifying proved but a mild itch
Zverev and Berdych were beat with hardly a glitch
Kei Stan and Rafa brought him to the fifth-set brink
Though to his legend’s story they just added more ink
For in the year two thousand and seventeen
It seems as if the fates and tennis gods agreed
The seventeen slam champion and seventeen seed
Would finally win grand slam number eighteen

After seven matches in which he gave it all
It was the great Swiss that stood yet again tall
A sly smile etched on Roger’s serene face
As his racket he smothered in his embrace
All in the courts that he stepped in a fortnight ago