Serena
Her opponents on the court
Must battle inner quaking
In anticipation of the shots
That she will soon be making.
Watching her attack the ball
Is so intimidating,
I would hate to be the one
Across the net, just waiting.
As a fan, I watch in awe –
Her power, strength and muscle,
Plus the fleetness of her feet
Add up to quite a hustle.
Toss determination in –
She’ll go that extra mile –
And you’ve got Serena:
She’s a powerhouse with style.
I’m watching her compete right now,
In neon pink and yellow,
And every aspect of her game
Is anything but mellow.
The match is done – Serena’s won,
An outcome not surprising;
As for her future challengers,
I’ll soon be sympathizing.
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