Former Telegraph man MICHAEL HEAL was inspired to poetry by this year’s Wimbledon
Iâ€™m far from a chauvinist per se
But think that in matters of pay,
That girls wielding rackets, earning equal pay packets
Are ahead at the end of the day
The men must serve up a match of five sets
The ladies get by in just three
And, for much of the time, though their skill is sublime
The contests lack drama, you see.
Iâ€™ve no axe to grind against ladies in sport
They deserve the recognition thatâ€™s due
But, in tennis, itâ€™s plain, they donâ€™t play the same game,
And the rewards are somewhat askew.
If prize money reflected the decibel count
The ladies deserve more than men
But great matches are rare, the cupboard is bare
Come back lovely Justine Henin
Is it no wonder, with so few in their class,
The sisters so rarely compete
To be ranked World No.1, is no longer much fun
â€˜Cause they know the positionâ€™s effete
So, when thereâ€™s a Grand Slam, itâ€™s not just singles they play
And, by joining forces, they can double their pay.
The ladies should be grateful for past battles won
And praise Billy Jean for all that sheâ€™s done.