The Big Untidy Magazine

Tennis

Lost
In Bath
No, not in the bath,
Bath,
The town;
Round and round and round the town,
Over bridges,
Gray rain soaked bridges
With signs to places I will never go,
Unless I get really lost;
But all the time
That bloody tennis club
Keeps re appearing
And in my darkening fog
As my mind goes numb
And my sense of direction leaves across a bridge to who cares where,
Still my shoulders hunch
As a I grit my teeth
And curse tennis clubs everywhere
As I always must,
For reasons not entirely clear.

Tim Henman,
With your TV ads and hordes of noisy screaming hopeless adoring fans,
Where the bloody hell is Trowbridge?

Barry O'Brien