TENNIS RULES

by

Chris Lane

I took down the net and played tennis
From that moment my game was just fine
I hit top spin forehands to backhand
And won the point almost each time.
My performance was clever and flashing,
My opponent emitted a sob
But what crushed his spirit completely
Was a perfectly executed high lob.
I am a convert now to expression
That is free of all rules and restrain
And when people talk condition and detail
They are dismissed as insufferable pain

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Why don't you look at A Talk With My Garden
by: Dick Jewell
from: Everett, MA, US

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