A poem I made about tennis. I am a Varsity tennis player and I love tennis a lot.

Tennis

A bright yellow ball

Going back and forth

Waiting for the referee to make a call.

A bright yellow ball whether with slice or spin

With a good hit, you are sure to win.

In the sun it may be tough,

Practicing against a big brick wall.

Just you, and a bright yellow ball.

At the end, it all comes down to who can hit

the bright yellow ball.

This is tennis, if i may recall…

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