ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

SEE YOU ON THE COURT

I tossed the ball into the air and whacked with all my might
It crossed the net, it hit the grass, it flew clean out of sight
The player down the other end looked to the Lord above
I shot him back a knowing wink – the score was fifteen - love

I fired another cannon ball, but this one came straight back
I tried to use my backhand but I didn’t have the knack
I barely laid a racquet on that furry yellow ball
A call came from the other end - ‘I believe that’s fifteen all’

Trying to serve harder, the next ball flew straight past the court
The second serve was just as bad, they call that double fault
I saw my opponent smiling, I was getting pretty shirty
‘What’s that, ump?’ my opponent said, ‘Did you say fifteen – thirty?’

I got hot under the collar, I was trying harder still
I channelled all my energy and smacked that yellow pill
Again it shot back past me, it was a quick sortie
I sadly heard that voice again – ‘Ahem…fifteen - forty’

At last we had a rally going, I thought I had a chance
Till I heard the elastic snapping in the waistband of my pants
They slipped down round my ankles, tripped me up – it was a shame
The other player jumped the net – ‘I believe they call that game’


Copyright © Allan Cropper January 2015

Good one Allan - so topical at the moment too. I'll have my eyes on the Joker's waistband elastic tonight

That's a bit naughty, Shelley

May your wish come true

Allan

They slipped down round my ankles.
I believe they call that game.


No mate ... I think they would find another name for that. Hope you were wearing a clean pair of Reg Grundies.
I enjoyed the poem.
Wazza

Lucy Lastic was a terrific tennis player I recall my Mum telling me - seems she often bought the audience to their knees

I think I met Lucy Lastic, but I didn't know she played tennis

Allan