A leaden London cloudscape's gown of grey

Greets me this morning on my way to work;

Even the swooping swallows cannot break

A creeping lethargy this dismal day.

A tube strike looms, a shadow in the sky

That soon will wreck the hectic working week

And add more torture to the tiresome trek

As cramped commuters wend their weary way.

But cheer up, chaps - there's Wimbledon ahead

And Rory McIlroy has played his part;

The test team were terrific, though the rain

Seemed set to kill a series win stone dead.

Just hope that Andy Murray has the heart

So we can hail a Champion again.