Tennis
I hate tennis…
But I like the girls that play!
It's a boring little menace…
But I think it's here to stay?
How can a game…
Have words like love and let?
Tennis elbows only pain..
Is when the ball hits the net!
It's a mathematical crossfire!
When 30 becomes 40!
You get told off by the empire…
When you've been very naughty!
Turning heads, go left and right
Watching a speeding ball
You must feel really dizzy?
When you rest upon the stool!
Ball boys and line judges,
Watch with eagle eyes,
In or out when the chalk smudges?
Everything rests upon the prize!
You have too dress in white
And play on clay or grass
Only stopping in bad light
Or face a racket in your ar$e!
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