No Win

Written by: Charles Clive

My tennis court sits at the back of my plot; I want to be good, so play quite a lot. The net I’ve repaired, with string and a knot. I’ve painted the lines. (Last year I forgot.) I mow off the grass and sweep up the grot; then carefully smooth a troublesome spot. I practice at dusk, I practice at dawn; I play every day right here on my lawn. I volley and smash, I serve with top spin. It's oh, such a shame, I just cannot win! ~
For Joe Flach's 'I Just Can't Win' Contest