You know how we're all going mad to have our questions answered and our comments posted on the Rafablog. Well ... apart from the sterling success the Rafateers are having at the moment, there has always been this fly in the ointment of this silly bint called Juliette Westbrook-Finch, who bombards Rafa with comments and always ends up getting questions answered.
She's surpassing herself this time though, as she keeps on having these dumb-ass poems posted. As a bit of a laugh, I've penned my own ...
There was a young man from Mallorca
Who was a right blinkin’ fantastic corker
Rafa was his name
And tennis was his game
And his forehand was a lasso wielding scorcher
In his tight pantaloons he looked fine
All muscley and pert and divine
The shirts were even better
Especially when they got wetter
Oh Rafa how I wish you were mine
He is blindly supported by fangirls
Who get themselves in a tizz and right whirl
When he takes to the court
And tugs at his shorts
They screech madly in their twinsets and white pearls
Who are these loons I hear you cry
They know nowt about tennissss, the WUMs sigh
Its all asses and vamos
Not sublimeness and el-e-gance
Lets hound them from the main board to die
Like phoenix we rose from the flames
To form the Rafathread to play our silly games
To squeal and giggle
And watch Rafa’s ass wiggle
Whilst the lurkers looked on in dismay
So hats off to Clare, Rafan and Vernon,
To Denz, Laliga and Corazon
To Neo and Pearl
And the rest of the girls
And pplllllppppllllssst to the haters with nobs on
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