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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required >Playing games with tennis balls? Men, playing games with tennis balls! Earn far too much dough. In the game of tennis you know. Some male players are now acting tough. Saying they aren’t paid enough. For playing games with balls not too rough. Now they say they want more pay. Than women, who with their balls do play. Dragon, that last line sounds not right. Might be read wrong, on first sight. Guess someone will soon complain tonight. We’ll blame it on AI, that’s right. I’m glad they’ve all got the same dough. When winning Wimbledon you know. I still feel sorry for all them balls. When served so fast into the air. That’s the thing, I don’t think’s fair. Why is it when men play ball games? They insult women so. Them that play tennis, with those tennis balls. Some men really do you know. If women should with those tennis balls play. Men should never complain anyway. For when women serve those balls so. Men can volley them back you know. Women may not be as strong as men. In all sport games they play. But neither do they throw tantrums. If match points, don’t go their way. I’m not a keen tennis viewer, that I must declare. As I watch those poor tennis balls, whizzing through the air. I had a job explaining that, to my friend Planet Nine. He thought they were small planets, being hit for fore. I said that was another sport, best we do ignore. I wish all sports ball game prizes, were at least the same. Played on a fair smooth plain Not on a plane that flies so high. You can’t play those ball games, in the sky. So come on you men, do play fair. Pay all prize money equally so there. When women play, ball games with you. They can be on equal pay too. What else can I really say? As I play with balls every day. But as a poet, I don’t play swell. Nor am I paid as blinking well. Well done Dragon and you Spellchecker, sorry but we will have to divide the royalties with Planet Nine. Why? That simple he is bigger than us. Bye everybody. Stanley (The mad Author)<
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