A Poem about Tennis.
Tennis
Tennis.
An old sport
Using mind and body.
Strategy is
the key.
trajectories,
spin,
angle.
It’s all scientific stuff.
Whack! Squeak! Whack!
The sound of a professional game.
Thump!
the point is over.
Federer is down O to 6,
but as always, looks
so cool.
What’s done is done,
he knows that
you can’t repeat the past.
So he moves on,
wins some games
and makes a comeback.
Tennis is for pros.
Whack….Whack.
A Sunday rally,
just to pass the time.
None of the pressure,
none of the emotion,
no need to make
incurably dishonest calls.
Just having fun,
out in the sun.
Tennis is for leisure.
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