To Tennis

To tennis What a cracking sport To play, to lose all worldly cares. Returning To the tennis court – That small rectangle, out of time; Win or lose It doesn’t matter, I’ll keep my focus on the game, Satisfy My ruthless nature With tuneful thwack of gut on rubber. One set all, It’s forty-thirty: A sizzling ace secures the game. Up above In beech tree grandstand, A crowd of rooks croak their applause. With topspin, Drop-shot, forehand smash, Exhausting rally,……. gasp for breath, All too soon, Game, set and match, then It’s back to work, my lunchtime spent.