Your future gets it

“Bounce bounce bounce bounce/ thwackety wackety zingety ping/ hittety backety pingety zang/ wack, thwok, thwack, pok.”

These are the opening lines from Thwok! by Matt Harvey, the first poet-in-residence at the annual two-week tennis extravaganza.

“Thwok! is my generic tennis poem,” says Harvey, whose remit includes writing a poem a day and entertaining the queues.

“I inflicted it on some people on Henman Hill this morning. I picked them especially because they had two bottles of bubbly already open. I told them I was included in the ticket price.”