So now it’s all over for dear Sharapova
And Terry just weeps in his Gin.
We‘ll hear no more from her grunts and her roar
Why couldn’t more balls have been in?
To be quite fair – others with a pert derriere
Can be feasted on – by men who enjoy
Some beauty on court – of the female sort
Never mind the games they employ!
Filed under: Terry Wogan, Wake up to Wogan, poem | Tagged: Maria Sharapova, wimbledon



Glad to see that you haven’t lost your wit!!! Good girl!
Love, hugs & kisses from us both.