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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