John Isner and Mahut,
Whatever did you do?
I don't know who to sue.
Oh Isner and Mahut,
Much taller Isner grew,
Mahut, he dived and flew.
John Isner and Mahut,
I'll rhyme until I'm blue,
To honour both of you.
Oh Isner and Mahut,
Not even time to pooh?
I can't believe it's true.
John Isner and Mahut,
Aces firing through,
I don't know what to do.
Oh Isner and Mahut,
The chances, they were few,
Like in game ninety-two.
John Isner and Mahut,
Grit shown through and through,
My hat is off to you.
Mahut and Isner John,
What the hell is going on?
**I love Wimbledon.
Fifty-nine (59) games apiece in the 5th set. 10 hours of tennis. Shortly to be spread across three days. Incredible. The equivalent of 6 back-to-back games of footy. These men should be knighted. Seriously.
I ran up and down the stairs 59 times in their honour.
After sitting down for an hour I then discovered two things.
I stink (thanks, wifey). And I can't walk.
(Rhythm improvements on 3:3 and 5:2 by
http://twitter.com/BettiWettiWoo ).
