The king of condiments and other stars

Took ourselves off for the day, 

SW19, if you know, what more can I say, 

transplanted to our new nest, 

in the Treehouse, truly blessed, 

fine food, fine beverages, 

company that leverages 

intelligence with a little bit of fun, 

say cheese for a photo, conversations begun 

with Philip, who took the group shot, 

larger than life, the King of Condiments 

surrounded by his acolytes of thirty years, 

this chap was a legend, a renaissance man, 

sportsman, businessman, but today the plan 

was enjoy life with his sparring partners, 

after lunch of several classy starters, 

we meander across the road with tickets bought, 

found our way onto centre court, 

to see the plucky Ukrainian stand her ground, 

three sets for victory the stands resound 

to the cheers, later roof on, then off, 

the true king apparent appears, Novak, 

even after a shock first set loss, 

he regrouped, Rublev paid the cost, 

and in between we flit back to our base, 

Philip and his posse rejoice, 

we all celebrate Wimbledon in one voice.