KOOYONG

Northern Advocate, 29 December 1934, Page 2

KOOYONG

Here is a little poem on Kooyong (where the Melbourne big tennis is played) taken from the Melbourne “Sporting Globe” —after the flood.

Our tennis courts are wide and green. And built upon a spot Where sometimes they are to be seen, And sometimes they' are not. Nearby the timid little creek Slides lazily along; A weakly stream so pale and meek, You would’nt think ’twould have the cheek To venture near Kooyong.

But sometimes, with a temper vile. Its current snarls and snorts, And, rising, spreads for mile on mile, And swallows up our courts. Like drowning ships our fine lawns sink, The victims of the storm. And all is liquid, brink to brink, But not the sort we care to drink At Kooyong when it’s warm.

We did so want to skite this year, To make a splash and fuss; But, to our sorrow, now it’s clear, The splash was made for us. We built improvements every day, And hardly cried a halt; But then, alas, to our dismay, The wind and rain began to play. And served a double fault.

So Crawford, Perry, Menzel and All other stars who vie At tournaments, you understand Our area’s not dry. But if, despite our fickle clime, And feeling full of vim. You visit Kooyong in its prime We promise you a real good'time, Provided you can swim.