Tennis Haiku

[oopssorry]

Will see if I come up with one -- hmmmm.

What kind of meter requirements are there?

[tikigirl]

It's supposed to be iambic pentameter -- ten syllables, stress on every other syllable, starting with the second. But I didn't stick with that, so don't let it stop you!

[apocalipstick]

Okay...anyone every played "Fortunately, unfortunately" I love it.

Fortunately, we had another amazing Federer/Nadal final.
Unfortunately, one of them had to lose.
Fortunately, NBC showed the entire match, even over it's beach volleyball coverage.
Unfortunately, we had to listen to Ted Robinson.

Anyone else want to add on?

[tikigirl]

Fortunately, Safin did a really good job at Wimbledon, enabling us to enjoy his barking-hotness.
Unfortunately, he followed that up with more shitty play.

Fortunately, Santoro beat Spadea.
Unfortunately, he may retire next year, and me and admin and some others will cry buckets of tears.

[breezybee]

Ok I'm trying my hand at the tennis haiku

Stepanek, the worm
Ladies love, so confusing
Causes nausea

and another

Soft squishy belly
Beats the best. Looks like a bear
Fat Dave we miss you

[amarathe]

I love those haikus! "Causes nausea" is just perfect.

[tikigirl]

Tennis Heaven friend,
high in the sky, the final --
lt, represent!

[tikigirl]

Fabrice -- Tahiti --
Swaying palms, aqua waters --
Candy-colored love.

[tikigirl]

Free-Form Ode to Santoro, by apocalipstick and tiki
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I want to go to Europe and and travel the entire clay season, ending with a 3 week stay in Paris.

I want to run away to Tahiti with Fabrice...

I want to have British country weekend house parties and invite Fabrice. Perhaps someone can get murdered with a rook rifle and Fabrice can solve the crime with his whacky Frenchness. I'm not British, I don't have a country house and I've never had a weekend party. Or a rook rifle.

I want to steal a sailboat with Fabrice in Papeete and sail through the blue kool-aid colored waters to the dangerous but breathtaking Tuamotu archipelago, where we will live on coconuts and imported French wine.

I want to hire Fabrice as my fashion guru/house boy. He can insult me snarkily while being fiercely loyal.

Fabrice will dive to the bottom of lagoons in the Tuamotu, retrieving rare pink pearls, which we will use to decorate our champagne glasses as we sit and drink beneath the full moon.

He and I can lounge by the pool drinking fruity drinks with little umbrellas and talk philosophy and the merits of various obscure cheeses.

We will slip into the warm Polynesia sea, wearing adult-size water wings, floating and drinking mimosas until the sun comes up.

Fabrice and I are going to spend this evening performing a panto of Peter Pan and drinking Vouvray directly from the bottle. We'll collapse in a pile of giggles only to have him wake up late and rush to the match unshowered. He'll be so worried about his hair and getting off the court that he'll play like a demon and pull it out.

Fabrice and I will flee to the mysterious Marquesas, where we will swim under waterfalls in dark, hidden valleys, watched over by ancient tiki statues.

Poor sweet Fabrice. He and I are going to celebrate his final loss tonight. He's dressing in black tuxedo trousers, crisp white shirt and burgundy smoking jacket. I'm wearing a canary yellow sheath dress and black feather boa. We are painting the town red.

Fabrice lounges in a hibiscus sarong, sipping a mai tai as he creates a grass skirt for me. Our next stop? Easter Island...

[tikigirl]

First Ever Tennis Heaven Con Haiku, by oops and tiki
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Here, Union Station,
Tennis Heaven's only Con --
Until Wimbledon?

[oopssorry]

Yay, TIKI!

Have been trying for a week to write one about that creepy guy!

[tikigirl]

Tears like desert rain:
small, sharp; the magic is gone.
Goodbye, Santoro.