From athletic to pathetic
You've covered it all
You're a model in a bottle
Stuck inside a little green ball
You may not be able to play tennis
But I'll let you play with my pennis
Aimlessly famous in the sport you played
The whore of the court
At least in something you place
Did you ever win a game
You weren't good at hitting balls
But I'll let you play with mine
January February March
You're not wearing much
April May June
Reeling 'em in young
July August and September
Your fame's not going to last
October November December
Because pretty faces are everywhere
And you are just
A talentless hack
Enjoy it while you can