Anyone For Tennis

Time for the tennis

in South West 19;

Wimbledon’s courts are

a beautiful scene,

love all to begin.

 

Crowds start to gather

as battle proceeds,

frissons of pity

at tumbling seeds

when favourites fall.

 

Big baseline rallies

and thundering serves,

smashes and volleys

while holding their nerves

when match point comes round.

 

Who’s gonna win it?

It’s up in the air.

Someone will vanquish

the rest will despair

until the next time.

 

One thing’s for certain

the tournament wins.

The All-England club,

we’ll toast it with gins;

doyen of the Slams.

🌷(3)

5x5x5

◄ Frozen

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Sun 6th Jul 2025 06:54

I like the poem so much! Regards, L:arisa

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Sun 6th Jul 2025 06:52

Next time I'll write more

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Sun 6th Jul 2025 06:51

I met Michael on the Hydromet courts
I can confess that Mike played lots.
Oh, how the tennis player used to play!
It happened on a hot summer day.

He was not in vain,
I repeat once again,
He was not proud,
He didn't even shout.


Misha was the best on the playground.
He scored the smashes and was found.
Mikeal hit the far corner of the court,
And my heart was broken a lot.


I knew that he was my fate,
He was out of any other rate.
He was too serious,
I was too curious...

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