By Tim Allen

WHEN will we all shake hands again
at the end of every set?
WHEN will we measure the net again?
Perhaps we should all place bets?
WHEN will we be given new balls again
without marking our names on them?
And WHEN will we have a shower again
that is nothing to do with the Met?
“Until the 12th of Never
I’ll be loving you”
And WHERE did THAT come from, my friends?
I’ve been locked down far too long!
WHEN will there be  tie-breaks at five all again
followed by numbering off?
And WHEN will we wait in turn again
hoping to play another set?
WHEN will some of us continue to play
whilst others come off for the rain?
Causing such confusion
WHEN the sun comes out again.
WHEN will normal service be returned ?
(You can pick the bones out of that)
It’s far too hard for me
(HELP!! Double entendres are running amok)
WHEN will the lights come on again
all over our Sydenham club?
“There’ll be blue planes over”
as the singer never said.
“WHEN will I see you again?
WHEN will we share precious moments?”
“Woah woah yeah yeah
miss you more than I can say
miss you twice as much tomorrow
woah woah yeah yeah”
And WHEN will I get these songs out of my head again?
                      WHEN…. WHEN….WHEN…….?