The country sizzles, it’s flaming June!
The balls are cold, the racquets are fine tuned
Sultry nights then thunder and lightning
The great and the good descend on SW19

The authorities rant ‘It’s got to be white!’
The cameras pick out her panties so tight
Bending over, bouncing her ball,
Ready to serve, challenging line calls

Hawkeye is summoned to give his decision,
The player reacts to coos of derision
Her determined glare, she serves with such power,
Can’t wait now, for the ice cold shower

Assignations, after the game, the boys are waiting,
Short pleated skirts and mixed doubles dating
The crowd is enthralled with each point, game and set,
Little do they know of the rampant sex

The second week approaches, the cream of the crop,
Each and every night there’s more pussy and cock
The fittest young players are getting together,
Sucking and shagging whatever the weather

Centre Court antics, the Divas and the drama,
If there’s a scandal, it’ll make Panorama
The skirts get shorter and the panties get tighter,
Awesome rallies, the crowd are delighted

A break for the rain, a chance to recover
The stewards act fast and it’s on with the covers
As the thunder roars it’s so hot and sticky,
While the players and balls girls are having a quickie

Then the umpire calls play and it’s time to come back,
Just as the ball girl is licking his sack
She has to be quick, gotta to get his balls empty
It won’t look good if he comes back with a semi

Little do they know in the Wimbledon fortnight,
It’s like an orgy, with vibrators and fleshlights
The net calls and lets, the thrills and the spills,
But it’s the steamy sex that really thrills!