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nikdom
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I wrote this in fun as a writing exercise...hope you guys like it 
Once upon a time tennis had a king who was Swiss,
He played with precision and nary a miss.
He peered from steely eyes behind his shock of hair,
and he ruled all he surveyed, with great skill and flair.
He started slowly but never was fooled,
one by one all the pretenders were schooled.
They tried hard and long to enter his lair,
but his genius sent them back in despair.
And so he ruled with an iron grip and a flick of his wrist,
but before long, the tale had a twist.
There came a Spanish prince who grew up on dirt,
he fought everyone hard and put on the hurt.
He pumped his fist and leapt in the air,
with every point he showed he was the new heir.
Thus the King found his dominance rivaled,
and between them won everyplace they traveled.
Into the equation came a third variable,
A determined Serb who was very able.
In the locker-room where players like poker,
They hated him and named him the Djoker.
He had clean strokes and an attitude that was saucy,
he spoke aloud of how he would be bossy!
He fought the prince and jumped on the wagon,
in defeating the King he slayed a dragon.
Now no one thinks he is a joke,
its not a fluke the two biggest wills he broke.
He showed when it matters most he will not wilt,
with ambition to match, he has a great game built.
So for fans competition is good in a three-way tie,
we can all relax and kiss bad tennis good-bye!
Once upon a time tennis had a king who was Swiss,
He played with precision and nary a miss.
He peered from steely eyes behind his shock of hair,
and he ruled all he surveyed, with great skill and flair.
He started slowly but never was fooled,
one by one all the pretenders were schooled.
They tried hard and long to enter his lair,
but his genius sent them back in despair.
And so he ruled with an iron grip and a flick of his wrist,
but before long, the tale had a twist.
There came a Spanish prince who grew up on dirt,
he fought everyone hard and put on the hurt.
He pumped his fist and leapt in the air,
with every point he showed he was the new heir.
Thus the King found his dominance rivaled,
and between them won everyplace they traveled.
Into the equation came a third variable,
A determined Serb who was very able.
In the locker-room where players like poker,
They hated him and named him the Djoker.
He had clean strokes and an attitude that was saucy,
he spoke aloud of how he would be bossy!
He fought the prince and jumped on the wagon,
in defeating the King he slayed a dragon.
Now no one thinks he is a joke,
its not a fluke the two biggest wills he broke.
He showed when it matters most he will not wilt,
with ambition to match, he has a great game built.
So for fans competition is good in a three-way tie,
we can all relax and kiss bad tennis good-bye!
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