In London, the hype was Fed's new jacket,
Who cares? Roger talked with his racquet.
Federer was back to his effortless grace,
(And let's not forget the smiley monkey face!)
In the final, we thought he'd soar,
Surely! He's done it five times before.
But Roddick played like he had nothing to lose
While at times, Fed looked like he had no clues
But with fifty aces, he worked his magic,
To lose another epic would've been tragic.
At last victory was Federer's to savour,
His wife didn't have to go into labour!
It seems like Roger had a date with fate,
Which makes me wonder: what makes him so great?
Many say his game is simply all class.
Monfils said it better: he's just a pain in the ass!
With the bub and the Cup, Fed's on cloud 9,
But remember, 'there is no finish line'.