Watching the French Open
What joy to watch a tennis match
Despite the empty stands.
At least the umpire needn’t give
His “Quiet!” reprimands.
Today I watched the Open (French),
A famous match on clay.
The action kept me riveted
A good chunk of the day.
My favorite player did his part
To glue me to the screen
And won the title, making shots
Both powerful and clean.
Though life for some is normal now,
For me it’s still on hold
So show some tennis on TV
And surely, I’ll be sold.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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