When it comes to tennis, there is but one. Federer!
Stealthily prowling the court like a jaguar,
Lithe and supple as an acrobat he holds sway,
To watch Federer at play is awesome!
Like Rembrandt painting a masterpiece,
With the skill of a master craftsman, he wields his racket,
Like a lion toying with his prey, he can be ruthless,
Totally devastating his adversaries in mind and body.
No grunting, groaning, snorting, makes,
No sounds like pigs wallowing in the mire,
Silence reigns when Federer plays,
With ease he weaves his game.
Silence! A hush descends upon the court,
The rapier swish of the racket in the air,
The thunderclap as it hits the ball,
The whizzing bullet sound of the ball slicing through the air!
No arrogant posturing and prancing around,
A simple gentleman, a sportsman above all,
His movement more graceful than a ballet dancer,
Federer's match so smooth and elegant, a beauty to behold.
We watch him like a tiger hunting its prey,
Enthralling, captivating, breathtaking.
Calm, collective, systematically,
He tears down and demolishes his opponents.
A handsome and athletic man,
His fluid motion is art in motion,
One thing we can be assured of is his proficiency,
Whatever he does he does it whole-heartedly.
Always the gentleman, in victory or defeat,
Endearing and elegant, an aristocrat of sport,
A man of class, not crass and brass,
Federer is tennis' king!
This is what sport should be,
Not media posturing, self-aggrandising crudeness,
Federer a man in a million! No a man in a billion!
Federer a legend in the making!
A man, not god, he can yet fail,
Yet still he fights and strives,
Though fail he may, yet rise he will,
He'll win another day!
The world remains he'll conquer more,
For this is what he does.
No obstacle will hold him back,
A phoenix, he will rise!
He's brought tennis something no one could,
He is Federer; a king in sport,
It will never be the same,
Artist! Craftsman! Gentleman!