'Hello, hello; I take you on a trip...'

I dreamed a dream that Rafa died,
On RLA where he was playing,
I dreamed that I sat down and cried,
For my tickets now a-wasting

Though he was young and living well,
That heart attack meant life had ended,
I watched on YouTube as he fell,
Not knees this time to be mended

My AO dreams came apart,
Mes billets are torn asunder,
Then the GOAT he called me up,
And hired me to take his ba.....bies....

And so I turned up to MP,
With twins in hand and guest pass holder,
But still the courts they seemed to be,
Somehow haunted and much colder

I had a dream my January,
Was a complete and total nightmare,
Nadal won't play anymore,
And now I long for days before.


Another delirious drug-addled dream courtesy of my please-go-away-now illness?