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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