No Win
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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
