I love tennis, get out in the sun,Grab a racket and have some fun,
Driveway, lawn or a proper court
It doesn’t matter, don’t give it a thought
Just pull on your shoes and bring a ball
If it’s only you, you’ll need a wall
Perfect technique or just do what you can get the blood pumping, that’s the plan
Serve and volley, drive, lob, smash
Back to ready and your opponent’s trash.
Even if your match ends In defeat,
Assess, revise, eat, sleep repeat.
By Miss Terry
I love tennis but does tennis love me?A sweet spot, a fondness, growing with time?It seemed so on Sunday when my serves hit the tee,My racquet a rapier, my drives found the line.
On Monday its mood made a swing for the ground.Like a grumpy old tomcat, its teeth took a bite.My skill left in tatters, my game can’t be found.The net was a magnet, nothing was right.
I imagine a world where my shots are all winners.I slice through opponents like a medieval knight.The flags are unfurled at my victory dinners.Opponents are broken as they exit stage right.
Impossible gets, drop shots like flowersFall at the feet of dumbfounded foes.Even my backhand increases its powers.Topspin my top shot, raining hard blows.
I take all for granted but fulfilment will wane.You won’t feel the ups when downs are squeezed out. Like a sea without waves, a land without rain.Where’s the excitement when there’s no room for doubt?
So tennis does love me in a ying-yanging way.Its shadow and light sharpen the joy.I feel the full rush when I’m making hayAnd live shot by shot like an excitable boy.
I love tennis but couldn’t quite crack it
Asked Teresa for tips to attack it
She said if you’re able
Get down off the table
And swap that small bat for a racket
I love tennis but keep hitting lets
and the more and more tired I gets
I find I serve lower
so to even the score
every end-change I wind down the nets
By Mr. IOUs