Wimbledon poet serves ace verse There is a new sound at Wimbledon this year amid the thwak of tennis balls and the genteel munching of strawberries. It is the sound of poetry. "Bounce bounce bounce bounce/ thwackety wackety zingety ping/ hittety backety pingety zang/ wack, nicorette gum thwok, nicorette gum thwack, nicorette gum pok." These are the opening lines from Thwok! by Matt Harvey, nicorette gum the first poet-in-residence at the annual two-week tennis extravaganza. "Thwok! is my generic tennis poem, nicorette gum" says Harvey, nicorette gum whose remit includes writing a poem a day and entertaining the queues. "I inflicted it on some people on Henman Hill this morning. Nicorette gum I picked them especially because they had two bottles of bubbly already open. Nicorette gum I told them I was included in the ticket price." It's a boiling hot afternoon in London's SW19, nicorette gum and Harvey is flicking through his book of scribbled inspiration. Nicorette gum He carries it everywhere. "There's a long list of things I'd like to cover: the umpires, nicorette gum the ball boys and girls, nicorette gum the Boston ivy, nicorette gum the queues. I need to include strawberries, nicorette gum and so many people say Cliff Richard - so yes okay, nicorette gum Cliff Richard is going to appear in there." A regular on BBC Radio 4's Saturday Live and a lifelong tennis fan, nicorette gum Harvey's verses are appearing online (on the Wimblewords blog) and in podcasts.
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