It started in June, almost a fortnight ago,
Rackets on balls flying to and fro.

Now it’s come to the finals, the last two days,
The umpire waits, “New balls!” he says.

Behind the scenes it’s a different story,
Everyone’s hot, it makes them so horny!

When he says, ‘Game, set and match!”
He’s really thinking of all that snatch.

All those short skirts, the men in their shorts,
Tennis is really the most sexy of sports.

The female line judge, keeps her eye on the ball,
Her mind wanders and she makes a bad call.

Hawkeye reveals where she should have been looking,
Now her reward is a damn good fucking!

The men are the same, all that eye candy,
Should be watching the game, not the girl's panties.

It all goes on, when the top man shouts “Let!”
The lady line judge, her knickers now wet!

Her wicked thoughts - won’t go unrewarded,
During the drinks break, the umpire leans forward.

He sends a message, he’s trending on Twitter?
Really he’s texting just how he will lick her?

The players change ends, after a bite of a Snickers,
Oops! Did the ball girl just flash her white knickers?

That does it, his game’s gone to pieces,
The little slut, she winks and smiles. She always teases.

“New balls, please!” comes the call from above.
The lady line judge knows, it’s just one set to love.